Chapter Three- Adjustments
The day went by relatively slowly for Buffy. It was the sort of time when you look up at the clock just to check the time and get back to work.
Then you get engrossed in your work and suspect you've worked for at least an hour on one single task.
You eventually look up at the clock to confirm your suspicion only to find that a measly five minutes is all that has passed.
So let me rephrase that.
For Buffy, the day went by slower than the time it takes the world to spin around ten times.
For one thing, neither Sky nor Thais were in any of her eight classes. She only saw them during their few minutes for lunch each day, when they would each spit out as much information as possible to recap their day so far.
The day wasn't going any better for Thais either. On her way to her fourth period class, a heel on her new stiletto boots snapped and sent her hurling down the stairs, crushing some ninth graders as she toppled.
Landing on her tush, she quickly got up and brushed off some imaginary lint from her dress, making it clear that she was fine.
Just down the hallway, Sky was in the middle of an argument with a jock who refused to move from in front her locker.
"If you would just shift your bulky self three inches to the right, everyone would be happy. That's all im asking!"
You could hear the coldness in her voice as she got to the last words in the sentence. The jock picked up the vibe immediately and finally agreed to move.
"This is going to be an interesting year," all three girls said to themselves at the exact same time.
Buffy wasn't totally alone in her classes as she found out when she walked into her World History class. There was an empty seat next to a quiet looking girl with fiery hair and Buffy decided to take it.
She glanced down at the red-haired girl's paper in front of her and it was chocked with notes. And what time was it? 7:20? Class hadn't even started yet!
Her name was Willow. Buffy thought she might be the kind of person to be picked on because of her intelligence.
"Well," Buffy sighed as she thought out loud, "at least she's someone to talk to."
Willow turned around and looked awkwardly at Buffy, who was turning a million shades of red.
"Heh, sorry about that. Im Buffy Summers. You're Willow right?" Buffy anxiously awaited an answer from Willow, holding her breath to see if she was friendly.
"Yeah, I'm Willow. Nice to meet you Buffy! Are you new here? I don't think we've met before."
"Yes, I'm new here. I just transferred from a high school in Los Angeles, called Dover High. Ever heard of it? It's a lot bigger than Sunnydale."
Willow didn't have a chance to answer, as the bell rang and Mr. Bendz waltzed into the room as if he had set it off himself. He looked like a nice man, balding in the back of his gray haired head.
Buffy's attention was diverted from Mr. Bendz, and latched onto Principal Snyder, who strode in the door.
"Funny word, 'principal'," Buffy thought. "The way I was taught to remember the difference between 'princi-p-a-l' and 'princi-p-l-e' was to think- Princi-p-a-l, the principal is your 'pal'."
Then she thought of the bald headed, malicious individual heading towards her desk at top speed.
And boy let me tell you, it was not a good feeling.
"Buffy Anne Summers," he drawled, "please report to my office immediately."
Many 'oohs and aahs' escaped the mouths of Buffy's classmates as Principal Snyder turned on his heel to leave the room, expecting her to do the same.
"I MEAN NOW!" he screamed. Buffy had been paying close attention to Snyder and in the time it took her to blink, he had spun around and scolded her for dawdling.
Quick as a bunny, Buffy swooped up her books and told Willow to meet her in the library after school to discuss some things. Snyder finally left, with Buffy in tow.
A million things crossed through Buffy's mind at once on what seemed like an endless walk to the office. As they entered the small cubical hallway leading to Snyder's lair, a fully suited man appeared from the shadows.
Buffy was startled, but Snyder looked panicked and he was suddenly sweating.
"Well, Snooter. What a rather unpleasant surprise." He drawled, looking straight into the eyes of the uneasy principal.
"On second thought," he added, "it's probably more of a shock for you than for me."
"It's S-n-y-d-e-r, sir," he shot back, his face turning red from the look of disgust that the robed figure gave him in return.
Continuing his thought and forgetting the correction made to Snyder's name, the tall man began again.
"I trust you'll have this secretary get me my coffee," he said as he motioned to Buffy, "and deliver it during our meeting."
The departure of the not-so-gentleman caused Snyder to blow out a sigh of relief. Obviously, this mysterious man was a man of power, causing Snyder to react the way he did and all. It could be none other than...
"THE SUPERINTENDENT?! That's it? That's what you're so scared of?!" Buffy was surprised at the man's fear because she- of course- had seen much worse than a superintendent.
She was also taken back at Snyder's reaction to her rather blunt statement.
"Oh, shut up," he replied. "You heard the man, go get him his coffee and get back to class. I'll deal with you later."
He stomped off mumbling some sort of prayer under his breath, leaving Buffy with an errand and a temper.
"I am NOT his secretary and I don't do coffee runs for anybody, especially tall, robed cre-"
Her train of thought stopped and rewound to the part about Snyder 'dealing' with her later. What could she have possibly done in the first two hours of school?"
No burnt down gyms, no fighting with other kids.
"Think, Buffy, THINK!" her mind chided. "Could it have been that whiny kid I bumped into this morning on my way in? Nah, what could it be?"
Those were her last thoughts as someone covered her nose with a strong scented cloth. Buffy suddenly began feeling weak as everything turned black.
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The day went by relatively slowly for Buffy. It was the sort of time when you look up at the clock just to check the time and get back to work.
Then you get engrossed in your work and suspect you've worked for at least an hour on one single task.
You eventually look up at the clock to confirm your suspicion only to find that a measly five minutes is all that has passed.
So let me rephrase that.
For Buffy, the day went by slower than the time it takes the world to spin around ten times.
For one thing, neither Sky nor Thais were in any of her eight classes. She only saw them during their few minutes for lunch each day, when they would each spit out as much information as possible to recap their day so far.
The day wasn't going any better for Thais either. On her way to her fourth period class, a heel on her new stiletto boots snapped and sent her hurling down the stairs, crushing some ninth graders as she toppled.
Landing on her tush, she quickly got up and brushed off some imaginary lint from her dress, making it clear that she was fine.
Just down the hallway, Sky was in the middle of an argument with a jock who refused to move from in front her locker.
"If you would just shift your bulky self three inches to the right, everyone would be happy. That's all im asking!"
You could hear the coldness in her voice as she got to the last words in the sentence. The jock picked up the vibe immediately and finally agreed to move.
"This is going to be an interesting year," all three girls said to themselves at the exact same time.
Buffy wasn't totally alone in her classes as she found out when she walked into her World History class. There was an empty seat next to a quiet looking girl with fiery hair and Buffy decided to take it.
She glanced down at the red-haired girl's paper in front of her and it was chocked with notes. And what time was it? 7:20? Class hadn't even started yet!
Her name was Willow. Buffy thought she might be the kind of person to be picked on because of her intelligence.
"Well," Buffy sighed as she thought out loud, "at least she's someone to talk to."
Willow turned around and looked awkwardly at Buffy, who was turning a million shades of red.
"Heh, sorry about that. Im Buffy Summers. You're Willow right?" Buffy anxiously awaited an answer from Willow, holding her breath to see if she was friendly.
"Yeah, I'm Willow. Nice to meet you Buffy! Are you new here? I don't think we've met before."
"Yes, I'm new here. I just transferred from a high school in Los Angeles, called Dover High. Ever heard of it? It's a lot bigger than Sunnydale."
Willow didn't have a chance to answer, as the bell rang and Mr. Bendz waltzed into the room as if he had set it off himself. He looked like a nice man, balding in the back of his gray haired head.
Buffy's attention was diverted from Mr. Bendz, and latched onto Principal Snyder, who strode in the door.
"Funny word, 'principal'," Buffy thought. "The way I was taught to remember the difference between 'princi-p-a-l' and 'princi-p-l-e' was to think- Princi-p-a-l, the principal is your 'pal'."
Then she thought of the bald headed, malicious individual heading towards her desk at top speed.
And boy let me tell you, it was not a good feeling.
"Buffy Anne Summers," he drawled, "please report to my office immediately."
Many 'oohs and aahs' escaped the mouths of Buffy's classmates as Principal Snyder turned on his heel to leave the room, expecting her to do the same.
"I MEAN NOW!" he screamed. Buffy had been paying close attention to Snyder and in the time it took her to blink, he had spun around and scolded her for dawdling.
Quick as a bunny, Buffy swooped up her books and told Willow to meet her in the library after school to discuss some things. Snyder finally left, with Buffy in tow.
A million things crossed through Buffy's mind at once on what seemed like an endless walk to the office. As they entered the small cubical hallway leading to Snyder's lair, a fully suited man appeared from the shadows.
Buffy was startled, but Snyder looked panicked and he was suddenly sweating.
"Well, Snooter. What a rather unpleasant surprise." He drawled, looking straight into the eyes of the uneasy principal.
"On second thought," he added, "it's probably more of a shock for you than for me."
"It's S-n-y-d-e-r, sir," he shot back, his face turning red from the look of disgust that the robed figure gave him in return.
Continuing his thought and forgetting the correction made to Snyder's name, the tall man began again.
"I trust you'll have this secretary get me my coffee," he said as he motioned to Buffy, "and deliver it during our meeting."
The departure of the not-so-gentleman caused Snyder to blow out a sigh of relief. Obviously, this mysterious man was a man of power, causing Snyder to react the way he did and all. It could be none other than...
"THE SUPERINTENDENT?! That's it? That's what you're so scared of?!" Buffy was surprised at the man's fear because she- of course- had seen much worse than a superintendent.
She was also taken back at Snyder's reaction to her rather blunt statement.
"Oh, shut up," he replied. "You heard the man, go get him his coffee and get back to class. I'll deal with you later."
He stomped off mumbling some sort of prayer under his breath, leaving Buffy with an errand and a temper.
"I am NOT his secretary and I don't do coffee runs for anybody, especially tall, robed cre-"
Her train of thought stopped and rewound to the part about Snyder 'dealing' with her later. What could she have possibly done in the first two hours of school?"
No burnt down gyms, no fighting with other kids.
"Think, Buffy, THINK!" her mind chided. "Could it have been that whiny kid I bumped into this morning on my way in? Nah, what could it be?"
Those were her last thoughts as someone covered her nose with a strong scented cloth. Buffy suddenly began feeling weak as everything turned black.
[A/N- Dum dum DUUMM! Teehee... Sorry it took so long to update. Now, Im personally sending you on a mission. See that review button at the bottom of the page? PUSH IT. What's gonna happen? No one knows! Now GO REVIEW!]
