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Anya the Bunny Slayer

Anya Jenkins steps into the classroom, students' eyes on her. "How nice of you to join us, Miss..." the middle aged bespectacled man standing in the front of the class. Anya smiles brightly and holds out her hand. "It's Miss Jenkins! I'm pleased to have met you!" The man appears taken aback by her enthusiasm; he slowly takes her hand. "Erm, likewise. Please have a seat..." With a pert turn; Anya walks to the back of the room and sits down in the desk next to the brunette girl. The American History teacher clears his throat and pushes his glasses up his nose. "Who can tell me what is America's greatest political system?" Anya hears this and her hand shoots up.

"Erm...Miss Jenkins?"

"Capitalism, sir!"

"Yes, quite correct. Cap...eh? Capitalism?"

"Yes. America is a free enterprise consisting of large corporations such as chain stores and small businesses such as privately owned family stores... The large corporations need the small businesses to survive; the small businesses usually cater to the corporations' supply demands and there's that merging thing. The profits generated by both corporations and small businesses are enough to fund political campaigns, charities, etc., thus proving America's powerful influences to other countries of lesser political systems."

The teacher and the students stare openly at Anya upon hearing her impassioned speech. Anya nervously shifts in her seat, eyes darting back and forth. "Sir?" she ventures, hoping to break the silence. The teacher snaps back to life, chuckles nervously. "Well, I was thinking among the lines of democracy, but yeah, capitalism works." Anya sits up straight, shoulders back as she smiles proudly. Suddenly, the bell rings, signaling the end of this period and beginning of the next period. "Oh, erm, dismissed," the teacher stammers, waving his hand dismissively.

Anya bends over to her left and picks up her backpack and slings it over her shoulder. She stands up and as she starts to walk away, a hand suddenly taps her on the shoulder. She whirls around to see the same brunette girl who had sat next to her. The brunette girl smiles a smile worthy of one million bucks. "Hi! Chase. Cordelia Chase," the pretty girl introduces herself, holding out a hand. Anya takes the hand, returning the favor.

"You're new here. I can tell."

"Yes, I suppose it's obvious."

"I see you have yet to get the textbooks..."

"Yes, I don't know where to get them."

"Oh, the library. I'll take you there. C'mon."

Cordelia motions for Anya to follow and they walk out of the classroom into the hallway. Cordelia clears her throat and starts to speak about something of uttermost importance.

"You know, you're cheerleader materials. I'm the head of the team... We're having a bake sale soon and we need to decide on how much the brownies and cookies should cost. My gut feeling tells me you're the perfect person to ask...but first, I need to determine your coolness factor. Answer my questions without thinking, okay? Ready?"

"Yes, I'm ready."

"Okay... Prada?"

"Still 'in' according to a recent survey I read in a fashion magazine..."

"Good! Chad Murray Michael?"

"Orgasmic!"

"Hey, I like that word... P.Diddy?"

"His unnerving habit of changing nicknames is annoying; therefore, 'out'"

"That was a gimme. Okay, you're in! Excuse me, I need a drink..."

The girls stop by a water foundation; a short redheaded girl is drinking from it. Cordelia turns to Anya and rolls her eyes, jerking her head towards the redhead. Anya smiles sympathetically. The head cheerleader clears her throat and starts speaking. "You know, Anya, I really hate it when people are in my way..." The redheaded girl's head sharply snaps to attention and she sees the annoyed girl for the first time. "Oh, C-Cordelia... I d-didn't see you there. I'm sorry...go ahead!" the shy girl stammers, fingers pushing back the loose strands of hair behind her ear and steps back. Cordelia's eyes narrow and she smiles malevolently. "Thank you, Willow! Nice outfit you got there." Willow looks down on herself; it dawns to her that the cheerleader is referring to her seemingly Puritan knee-length dress and long stockings.

"Oh, this? My mom picked this out for me..."

"Really?" Cordelia looks at Anya and evilly smirks. "Nice to know your mother has seen the nicer side of Sears." The redhead hangs her head in shame, walking away. "That, Anya, was Willow Rosenberg. Avoid her. There are certain people you shouldn't be seen associating with if you want to maintain your social status." Anya studies the departing redhead's form for a moment then she clears her throat. "Thank you, Cordelia! I'll do my best to carefully check out the students and plan ahead as to not be seen with them." The cheerleader smiles brightly and points to something over Anya's shoulder. "That's the library. The librarian is new, kinda creepy and British. See you at the Bronze tonite?" Anya glances over her shoulder and sees the library. Looking back at Cordelia, she wonders aloud, "The Bronze? I'm not familiar with that place..."

"Oh, it's in the bad part of town."

"Bad part?"

"About half a block from the good part of the town."

"Ah, I see. Thank you for your extremely helpful assistance today."

"No problem, after all, we cheerleaders have to stick together."

Cordelia waves good-bye and departs, her Prada heels clicking on the floor. Anya sighs and walks into the library, unknowing of the interesting developments that have yet to come...

Well, what do you think of this so far? Reviews, please, for bloody's sake! I need them in order to decide on whether I should continue or not...