Chapter Five
Dear Diary,
It's Buffy here. My life has turned upside down in the last seventy-two hours. Mum collapsed Sunday after noon and she was taken to hospital. It was multiple brain tumors. She had surgery on Monday afternoon and woke up yesterday morning. The doctors think she is going to make it! All of us went back to school today (Mum insisted). My friends have been helping my and it looks like my family is going to come through this darkness. Mum still has one more operation to go. Scary!
One a lighter note school lets out at the end of the week and I'm going to L.A. next week with the gang. We're going to be playing! In L.A.! I can barely believe it. I wasn't going to go but Mum laughed when I said that and told me I wasn't going to miss out of the chance of a life time just to watch her recover in a bed.
The Buffster. 21/5/04
I closed my diary- that I'd had since I was eleven- and rolled of my far to comfortable bed. There was a small knock on the door and then Lindsey walked in and came over to where I was sitting on the floor. He sat in my lap and stared up at me. It had been though on Lindsey. He was Mum's baby. We all knew it. Being the youngest he all ways would be.
"What's up Lindz?" I asked smiling at him snuggling into me. With Mum in the hospital he had given the role of cuddling to me. I liked it.
"Not much" He answered vaguely. Sometime he seemed to be a smaller and male version of Drusilla. "Dawn and Jesse are being painful." This sentence was so unlike the first. Instead of being vague here he used his words well you wouldn't even think that it was a seven year old speaking.
"They are like that sometimes," I agreed laughing. I stood up with him still in my arms and together we went downstairs, me singing one of our bands new tunes softly and him resting his small head against my chest. I got to the bottom of the stair and spotted the twins.
"I here you to aren't playing nice." I said looking down at the troublesome pair of ten year olds.
"Were not" They yipped together beaming up at me.
"Fine then" I said putting Lindsey down, "Then you'll have no trouble playing nice with Lindz."
They stood there as it dawned upon them the trap they'd walked into. Now they had to play nice with Lindsey or they would get in trouble for lying as well.
I turned a looked up the stairs for my older brother, "Doyle. Watch the short things. I'm going over to Spikes with the gang." I called up to him smiling as the three standing by me started to protest at being short.
I walked quickly to Spike's place and Willow answered the door cheerfully.
"Hey Buffy. Everyone else is inside. We've to place to our selves. Spikes parents are out somewhere." Willow told me the information as she hugged me then moved out of the way so I could come in. I followed the red head down the hall and down into the basement.
"Hey Buffster!" Xander called from the old, worn couch.
"Come on up Buffy." Spike was sitting at his drum kit at the far end of the room tapping a quiet tune.
Oz just nodded to me as I made my way over to the top on our 'stage'. I grabbed my bass guitar and stood by the mike starting to play a few notes to get the feel.
The practice went well and we were starting to get more confident about going to L.A. next week. Willow and Xander were coming with us of course.
School ended on Friday and the weekend was spent organizing and packing to go to L.A. We would be taking Oz's van –Oz was two years older the Willow, Xander and I. Spike is one- it was the only thing we could take that could fit all of us plus our band equipment. We would be staying with Spike's older – and a lot more English- brother Weasly.
"Bye Dad, Doyle, Dru, Dawn, Jesse, Lindsey." I called running down the path. It was Monday morning and the rest of the gang was waiting for me in the van. We had to get to L.A. by midday get settled and play at a large rock/punk oriented club called 'Seven Steps' that night. We had a busy week. I jumped into the van sliding the door closed behind me and slipping into a seat.
"Everyone ready?" Oz called back from where he sat on the front seat with Willow next to him and Xander next to her. Spike and I were squished in the back.
"Yep!" I called back in high spirits "Stardom here we come," I said and we all laughed. Oz put his foot on the gas and was chugged away from my house.
Yawn I'm on a writing role thought the story has change direction from where I started it's still heading kind of that way. Thanks again to all reviewers. :o)
Dear Diary,
It's Buffy here. My life has turned upside down in the last seventy-two hours. Mum collapsed Sunday after noon and she was taken to hospital. It was multiple brain tumors. She had surgery on Monday afternoon and woke up yesterday morning. The doctors think she is going to make it! All of us went back to school today (Mum insisted). My friends have been helping my and it looks like my family is going to come through this darkness. Mum still has one more operation to go. Scary!
One a lighter note school lets out at the end of the week and I'm going to L.A. next week with the gang. We're going to be playing! In L.A.! I can barely believe it. I wasn't going to go but Mum laughed when I said that and told me I wasn't going to miss out of the chance of a life time just to watch her recover in a bed.
The Buffster. 21/5/04
I closed my diary- that I'd had since I was eleven- and rolled of my far to comfortable bed. There was a small knock on the door and then Lindsey walked in and came over to where I was sitting on the floor. He sat in my lap and stared up at me. It had been though on Lindsey. He was Mum's baby. We all knew it. Being the youngest he all ways would be.
"What's up Lindz?" I asked smiling at him snuggling into me. With Mum in the hospital he had given the role of cuddling to me. I liked it.
"Not much" He answered vaguely. Sometime he seemed to be a smaller and male version of Drusilla. "Dawn and Jesse are being painful." This sentence was so unlike the first. Instead of being vague here he used his words well you wouldn't even think that it was a seven year old speaking.
"They are like that sometimes," I agreed laughing. I stood up with him still in my arms and together we went downstairs, me singing one of our bands new tunes softly and him resting his small head against my chest. I got to the bottom of the stair and spotted the twins.
"I here you to aren't playing nice." I said looking down at the troublesome pair of ten year olds.
"Were not" They yipped together beaming up at me.
"Fine then" I said putting Lindsey down, "Then you'll have no trouble playing nice with Lindz."
They stood there as it dawned upon them the trap they'd walked into. Now they had to play nice with Lindsey or they would get in trouble for lying as well.
I turned a looked up the stairs for my older brother, "Doyle. Watch the short things. I'm going over to Spikes with the gang." I called up to him smiling as the three standing by me started to protest at being short.
I walked quickly to Spike's place and Willow answered the door cheerfully.
"Hey Buffy. Everyone else is inside. We've to place to our selves. Spikes parents are out somewhere." Willow told me the information as she hugged me then moved out of the way so I could come in. I followed the red head down the hall and down into the basement.
"Hey Buffster!" Xander called from the old, worn couch.
"Come on up Buffy." Spike was sitting at his drum kit at the far end of the room tapping a quiet tune.
Oz just nodded to me as I made my way over to the top on our 'stage'. I grabbed my bass guitar and stood by the mike starting to play a few notes to get the feel.
The practice went well and we were starting to get more confident about going to L.A. next week. Willow and Xander were coming with us of course.
School ended on Friday and the weekend was spent organizing and packing to go to L.A. We would be taking Oz's van –Oz was two years older the Willow, Xander and I. Spike is one- it was the only thing we could take that could fit all of us plus our band equipment. We would be staying with Spike's older – and a lot more English- brother Weasly.
"Bye Dad, Doyle, Dru, Dawn, Jesse, Lindsey." I called running down the path. It was Monday morning and the rest of the gang was waiting for me in the van. We had to get to L.A. by midday get settled and play at a large rock/punk oriented club called 'Seven Steps' that night. We had a busy week. I jumped into the van sliding the door closed behind me and slipping into a seat.
"Everyone ready?" Oz called back from where he sat on the front seat with Willow next to him and Xander next to her. Spike and I were squished in the back.
"Yep!" I called back in high spirits "Stardom here we come," I said and we all laughed. Oz put his foot on the gas and was chugged away from my house.
Yawn I'm on a writing role thought the story has change direction from where I started it's still heading kind of that way. Thanks again to all reviewers. :o)