Weekends have become the best part of my life these days which is sad
because I used to love school and being with everyone, but now I have no
friends so I'd rather stay in the comfort of my home and watch movies. No
one gives me strange looks as I walk by at home; I'm free to do what I
want. Although recently my mom has begun pestering me to do stuff with my
friends like I usually do instead of watching Titanic all afternoon. But I
can't tell her, she'll probably do something totally irrational like talk
to my principal or get me to go to counselling.
On Monday morning I felt sick with panic, I couldn't face another day at school, of being alone and spending lunchtimes in the smoky, smelly, toilets. My mom, came in and told me to get up. I tried really hard to feign sickness but mom wouldn't have it. She figured there was probably a test at school that I didn't want to do. So, regretfully I got up, dressed and picked at a piece of toast before going out the door and heading at a snail's pace off to school.
I thought the first week of school was bad. But it barely compared to today, today there were taunts, people who I barely knew calling out things to me. Mostly it was just stupid comments like;
"Ey Summers, shouldn't you be heading back to the mental home, that's where you belong." But there were worse comments like the one I just received,
"Buffy, you stupid slut, why don't you just go to hell, you don't deserve to be here, I feel sorry for the mental patients that had to put up with you." Those comments really got to me but mostly I just let them pass because I was trying to act like tough Buffy. I didn't fight back, didn't say anything, just continued on my way, feeling worse and worse.
When I got to the end of the day we had math, my least liked subject and it turned out that we had a test. Everyone seemed to know about it but I had no clue. It seemed even the teachers were turning on me today. I did the test and three pages and one hour later I was finished and just about ready to burst into tears because I knew that I had utterly failed the test and today was the worst day at school I think I've ever had, bar the day in grade six.
*Buffy's Memory of that day*
Last day in grade six, everyone was celebrating. I was signing people's jackets and people were signing mine. Willow, my best friend decided to take a drink at the taps; I didn't follow because I wasn't thirsty. A split second later there is a huge roaring sound above us. I look up and there is a plane really close to us. Then there was an explosion and all I remember is screaming, and then blackness.
I woke in a hospital bed later that day, getting away with a few bumps and scratches, but Willow, she died. She was killed because of a war and the people that bombed us. The funeral was two days later. I didn't even cry, because tears weren't enough to relieve the sadness I felt. I lost the best friend I ever had on my last day of grade six. I will never ever forgive that plane and the men in it.
Quickly snapping out of my own thoughts I realised we could go and I jumped out of my seat and ran home.
* * *
Friday came so slowly that week and people's comments were beginning to make me angry. So on Thursday morning I couldn't take it anymore and instead of going straight up the road to Sunnydale High I turned left and hurried down the road toward the train station. I was kind of worried that someone might catch me but after five minutes I realised it was ok. No one cared about me, it didn't matter what I was doing; people were too wrapped up in their own lives to be concerned about mine.
When I got to the station I was just in time for the express train to L.A which only took a couple of hours to get there. I walked down the aisles of businessmen who commuted to the city each day. Every one of them was either reading the daily paper or typing on their laptops, all completely busy with their lives.
I found my seat and sat there and tried to calm the anxious feeling in the pit of my stomach, I tried telling myself that it will be ok but the feeling kept building until we finally pulled into the Los Angeles station.
That was when my sense of adventure finally kicked in and I stepped down of the train onto the busy platform.
A/N: I was going to write about her day in the city, but I have a major headache at the moment so I'm just going to post this and you'll have to wait till next time for her big day in the city. Hope you like it!! Also, I'd like to say thankyou to hells-angel01, Acid fairy and Jess.A for reviewing, reviews make me happy and want to write more.
On Monday morning I felt sick with panic, I couldn't face another day at school, of being alone and spending lunchtimes in the smoky, smelly, toilets. My mom, came in and told me to get up. I tried really hard to feign sickness but mom wouldn't have it. She figured there was probably a test at school that I didn't want to do. So, regretfully I got up, dressed and picked at a piece of toast before going out the door and heading at a snail's pace off to school.
I thought the first week of school was bad. But it barely compared to today, today there were taunts, people who I barely knew calling out things to me. Mostly it was just stupid comments like;
"Ey Summers, shouldn't you be heading back to the mental home, that's where you belong." But there were worse comments like the one I just received,
"Buffy, you stupid slut, why don't you just go to hell, you don't deserve to be here, I feel sorry for the mental patients that had to put up with you." Those comments really got to me but mostly I just let them pass because I was trying to act like tough Buffy. I didn't fight back, didn't say anything, just continued on my way, feeling worse and worse.
When I got to the end of the day we had math, my least liked subject and it turned out that we had a test. Everyone seemed to know about it but I had no clue. It seemed even the teachers were turning on me today. I did the test and three pages and one hour later I was finished and just about ready to burst into tears because I knew that I had utterly failed the test and today was the worst day at school I think I've ever had, bar the day in grade six.
*Buffy's Memory of that day*
Last day in grade six, everyone was celebrating. I was signing people's jackets and people were signing mine. Willow, my best friend decided to take a drink at the taps; I didn't follow because I wasn't thirsty. A split second later there is a huge roaring sound above us. I look up and there is a plane really close to us. Then there was an explosion and all I remember is screaming, and then blackness.
I woke in a hospital bed later that day, getting away with a few bumps and scratches, but Willow, she died. She was killed because of a war and the people that bombed us. The funeral was two days later. I didn't even cry, because tears weren't enough to relieve the sadness I felt. I lost the best friend I ever had on my last day of grade six. I will never ever forgive that plane and the men in it.
Quickly snapping out of my own thoughts I realised we could go and I jumped out of my seat and ran home.
* * *
Friday came so slowly that week and people's comments were beginning to make me angry. So on Thursday morning I couldn't take it anymore and instead of going straight up the road to Sunnydale High I turned left and hurried down the road toward the train station. I was kind of worried that someone might catch me but after five minutes I realised it was ok. No one cared about me, it didn't matter what I was doing; people were too wrapped up in their own lives to be concerned about mine.
When I got to the station I was just in time for the express train to L.A which only took a couple of hours to get there. I walked down the aisles of businessmen who commuted to the city each day. Every one of them was either reading the daily paper or typing on their laptops, all completely busy with their lives.
I found my seat and sat there and tried to calm the anxious feeling in the pit of my stomach, I tried telling myself that it will be ok but the feeling kept building until we finally pulled into the Los Angeles station.
That was when my sense of adventure finally kicked in and I stepped down of the train onto the busy platform.
A/N: I was going to write about her day in the city, but I have a major headache at the moment so I'm just going to post this and you'll have to wait till next time for her big day in the city. Hope you like it!! Also, I'd like to say thankyou to hells-angel01, Acid fairy and Jess.A for reviewing, reviews make me happy and want to write more.