Title: A Touch of Sunnydale Chapter 4- Need's to be Shot
A/N: Hey it's me again; I got a lot of writing done today in chemistry because we had a free day. I need a spot to rant though because like half our school is out sick and they won't call off, I mean it's stupid because people just go to school sick and get other people sick. I'm not sick right now but I will be all of Christmas Break, then I'll get all my relatives sick and then they will get the people they know sick, and well they're just spreading the flu epidemic. But moving on every one must read my bio because it took me a very long time to describe the greatness of my alpacas.
I have to go to class now, my first class as a college student. It's really scary; I mean seriously I have Psyc 101. Buffy's Psyc 101 professor was skewered by her Frankenstein like creation. What if my professor has a Frankenstein like creation to skewer her? I must be brave, people can sense fear, actually that's vampires, but you know there isn't really that big a difference between vamps and humans. You know except for the fangs and the biting and the killing and the blood and the sunlight and the crosses and the holy water, but that's it, so no major differences. At least I don't think people can sense fear, I cant any way; but I've never thought about it. All I think about are ambush tactics and beheading. I think about art too, art and writing and oh the hot guy I dropped a book on. It would be better to think of him if I didn't drop a book on his head. Ugh I must get over book guy, I mean this is a huge campus, I'll probably never see him again and it would be best just to… ooff!
Oh god, I ran into him, I ran into book guy. He must think I am the hugest klutz on the entire planet, and damn he's got a hard chest.
"We really should stop meeting this way." Stop blushing, think of something witty to say. Stop blushing, think of something witty to say. Stop blushing!
"Yeah, I'm really sorry." Lame. Lame. Lame. I can slay vampires and shoot cross bows and get captured real well, but no, I can't talk to a boy. A really really hot boy with really really good eyes, but a boy none the less. "So what's you name?" better slightly less lame.
"You'll find out soon enough, hurry up your class is about to start." How would he know, that and when am I going to find out, I bet he thinks that I'm some freshman geek with a crush stalking him like a love sick puppy that need to be shot.
A/N: Hey it's me again; I got a lot of writing done today in chemistry because we had a free day. I need a spot to rant though because like half our school is out sick and they won't call off, I mean it's stupid because people just go to school sick and get other people sick. I'm not sick right now but I will be all of Christmas Break, then I'll get all my relatives sick and then they will get the people they know sick, and well they're just spreading the flu epidemic. But moving on every one must read my bio because it took me a very long time to describe the greatness of my alpacas.
I have to go to class now, my first class as a college student. It's really scary; I mean seriously I have Psyc 101. Buffy's Psyc 101 professor was skewered by her Frankenstein like creation. What if my professor has a Frankenstein like creation to skewer her? I must be brave, people can sense fear, actually that's vampires, but you know there isn't really that big a difference between vamps and humans. You know except for the fangs and the biting and the killing and the blood and the sunlight and the crosses and the holy water, but that's it, so no major differences. At least I don't think people can sense fear, I cant any way; but I've never thought about it. All I think about are ambush tactics and beheading. I think about art too, art and writing and oh the hot guy I dropped a book on. It would be better to think of him if I didn't drop a book on his head. Ugh I must get over book guy, I mean this is a huge campus, I'll probably never see him again and it would be best just to… ooff!
Oh god, I ran into him, I ran into book guy. He must think I am the hugest klutz on the entire planet, and damn he's got a hard chest.
"We really should stop meeting this way." Stop blushing, think of something witty to say. Stop blushing, think of something witty to say. Stop blushing!
"Yeah, I'm really sorry." Lame. Lame. Lame. I can slay vampires and shoot cross bows and get captured real well, but no, I can't talk to a boy. A really really hot boy with really really good eyes, but a boy none the less. "So what's you name?" better slightly less lame.
"You'll find out soon enough, hurry up your class is about to start." How would he know, that and when am I going to find out, I bet he thinks that I'm some freshman geek with a crush stalking him like a love sick puppy that need to be shot.