Faith opened the door to her locker. She looked inside and picked out the few things that were inside. Her lighter, a couple of empty cigarette pack, empty Nightmare Before Christmas cigarette case, a handful of change, tampons, a few packs of gum with a miscellaneous amount of gum in each pack. Faith closed the door and stuffed everything in her already filled to the braking point backpack. She walked out to the courtyard, it was still raining; she didn't care. Soaking wet she stood in front of a tree located in the northeastern corner of the courtyard, it was covered in gum. This was her gum tree it had been her gum tree since her freshman year back when her friends were still alive. Faith's eyes began to fill with tears.
Malcolm was waiting anxiously outside the school's attendance office. The only thoughts running through his head were: I can't wait. Where is she? He waited five more minutes, then his short patience got the best of him. He began to explore the school. Malcolm walked past the windows, display cases and classroom doors for twenty minutes, he then looked out a nearby window and saw Faith kneeling on the ground in the rain, soaking wet, and crying. He followed the wall of windows separating the courtyard from the rest of the school. When he reached the door he hesitated for a moment.
"This girl looks distraught. Maybe I should leave her alone for awhile." he said aloud to himself. A blond girl walked by and stared at him strangely. "Hello there."
"Weirdo." Was all she said when she walked off.
"That was rather rude." Malcolm stood at the door and, for once in his life, waited patiently. The bell rang for passing period and the once empty hallways became crowded. Teachers stood outside their doors, watching the children. The bell rang shortly after and the halls became empty once again, save the few straggling students. He had had enough waiting. He opened the door, popped open his umbrella and walked towards Faith. "Faith, we need to leave." Faith wiped her wet face, she touched the tree again and got up slowly.
"Leave me alone…go away, "she wiped the tears from her face, "I'm not leaving with you…not now…not ever."
"I'm afraid," he put his hand on her shoulder, "you have no choice. You are now legally in my custody." She turned and finally saw the face of her new guardian.
"I've run away from home before…twice in fact. What makes you think I won't do it again with you?"
"Because that would interfere with your studies, not to ment-"
"Studies? Who says "studies" Are you one of those "You can achieve anything as long as you study hard" kind of person? Look pops, I'm not going with you and that is final." Faith grabbed her bag and began to walked off. Malcolm grabbed her arm.
"You bloody well will not act like that again."
"Let go of me pops," she looked down at her arm, "I'm warning you." Faith glared at Malcolm while Malcolm glared back at Faith.
"And I'm warning you…don't try me or I'll-"
"Or you'll what? Hurt me? That's illegal pops."
"Stop calling me pops. That's not my name."
"And? What is your name? Is something real British? Rupert maybe? Like Niles? How about Randy?"
"Malcolm…Malcolm Hardy. I'm your watcher."
"Watcher? Is that like British for guardian or something?" He laughed.
"You have no idea. Do you?"
"No idea of what?"
"No idea of who you are."
"Hello? I'm a juvenile delinquent not a person suffering from amnesia . Besides I know exactly who I am. My name is Faith Mor-"
"You're the Vampire Slayer."
"I'm the what?
Malcolm was waiting anxiously outside the school's attendance office. The only thoughts running through his head were: I can't wait. Where is she? He waited five more minutes, then his short patience got the best of him. He began to explore the school. Malcolm walked past the windows, display cases and classroom doors for twenty minutes, he then looked out a nearby window and saw Faith kneeling on the ground in the rain, soaking wet, and crying. He followed the wall of windows separating the courtyard from the rest of the school. When he reached the door he hesitated for a moment.
"This girl looks distraught. Maybe I should leave her alone for awhile." he said aloud to himself. A blond girl walked by and stared at him strangely. "Hello there."
"Weirdo." Was all she said when she walked off.
"That was rather rude." Malcolm stood at the door and, for once in his life, waited patiently. The bell rang for passing period and the once empty hallways became crowded. Teachers stood outside their doors, watching the children. The bell rang shortly after and the halls became empty once again, save the few straggling students. He had had enough waiting. He opened the door, popped open his umbrella and walked towards Faith. "Faith, we need to leave." Faith wiped her wet face, she touched the tree again and got up slowly.
"Leave me alone…go away, "she wiped the tears from her face, "I'm not leaving with you…not now…not ever."
"I'm afraid," he put his hand on her shoulder, "you have no choice. You are now legally in my custody." She turned and finally saw the face of her new guardian.
"I've run away from home before…twice in fact. What makes you think I won't do it again with you?"
"Because that would interfere with your studies, not to ment-"
"Studies? Who says "studies" Are you one of those "You can achieve anything as long as you study hard" kind of person? Look pops, I'm not going with you and that is final." Faith grabbed her bag and began to walked off. Malcolm grabbed her arm.
"You bloody well will not act like that again."
"Let go of me pops," she looked down at her arm, "I'm warning you." Faith glared at Malcolm while Malcolm glared back at Faith.
"And I'm warning you…don't try me or I'll-"
"Or you'll what? Hurt me? That's illegal pops."
"Stop calling me pops. That's not my name."
"And? What is your name? Is something real British? Rupert maybe? Like Niles? How about Randy?"
"Malcolm…Malcolm Hardy. I'm your watcher."
"Watcher? Is that like British for guardian or something?" He laughed.
"You have no idea. Do you?"
"No idea of what?"
"No idea of who you are."
"Hello? I'm a juvenile delinquent not a person suffering from amnesia . Besides I know exactly who I am. My name is Faith Mor-"
"You're the Vampire Slayer."
"I'm the what?