Chapter 2
This is a copy of the level 9's headmaster, Mrs. Cynthia Cork, progress report:
The children have been improving in their talents. Mr. Conner would have been proud. They don't quarrel as much as they use to, but they still do.
November 13, 2110
It was lunch and everyone was munching on their food. Sadly, it had to be with their level mates.
" Well if it isn't poor little William," Angel remarked dropping his tray right in front of the dirty blond 10 year old who was scribbling in his notebook. "What you're writing about, poet?" he asked grabbing the boy's note pad. All he saw was some weird symbols.
"Give it back, Angel. I haven't finished," the young writer begged. He didn't want anyone to know about his secret language. He found it in one of the books in the library and if anyone knew about that he goes to the library, he'll be made fun of for moons.
"What is this? Is this the language that you use to communicate with your alien clan?" the dark hair bully tease now having his buddies Wesley and Gunn behind him. He looked like bigger when he was with his friends.
"Give it back," William ordered coldly. Angel was holding it so high that he couldn't reach.
"What are you going to do?" the athlete asked holding it right in front of his face. He wasn't ready to face what was coming next.
"This," Will murmur and tackled Angel to the ground with fists a flying.
Willow has become incredibly smart that the only person who could surpass her is Einstein.
September 9, 2112
Mrs. Smith strolled around checking everyone as they test. When she came up to Willow though, she froze.
"Willow, dear are you stuck?" she asked to the red head 12 year old. She looked up at her with wide eyes. She was so into her book that she forgot where she was.
"Why no madam, I was already finished," she replied putting a bookmark in her book. Mrs. Smith looked at her seating partner. Angel was still on the first page and Harmony was on the second page.
"Let me check it," she commanded and looked up with a surprised look on her face. "Why it is correct."
Anya has found a love for Credits, our way of money, she has become very greedy.
May 14, 2114
"Hey Anya, what are you doing?" Buffy asked. Everyone else was at the shopping center so seeing her all alone on her bed was a little strange. The fourteen year old brunette looked up at her laptop and went back to tying.
Buffy slowly stalked to the young girl's bed. All she saw was some weird
numbers on the screen. It seems like Anya understood it all.
"Anya, what are you doing?" asked the blond again. This time Anya responded and went to the steel door to shut it.
"Ok, I am hacking in to the Super Credits Computer and stealing a bit of some credits from everyone," the young hacker answered leaving a bewildered Buffy in the room as she strolled out like nothing had happened.
Even thou the problem with Buffy and William have not been resolved so has not the problem with William and Mr. Giles, the librarian.
October 25, 2111
Giles walked in the library in a huff. The Council has once again told him to be a little nicer to the children, but they don't understand. Those children reminded him of what he has lost. Just to make matters worst, the sonless man saw the person he least wanted to see.
William was hiding among the stacks reading one of the books that talked about demons. He had poked his head out to see who had entered his sanctuary. To his dismay, it was Mr. Giles.
"What are you doing here?" the grouch asked turning his hands into fists. It seems like the boy was just alive to mock him of what he had lost.
"I was just reading, sir. I'll leave now thou," the young scholar replied while putting his thick text book away and going towards the steel double doors. The librarian always scared him and ridicules him. It was bad enough that he had Angel and Xander to face.
"Was that all you were doing? I have been having some mischief makers coming here lately," Giles continued hoping to get him into more trouble. It was always the highlight of his day.
The boy just shook his head and inched towards the doors. He knew what was coming. It happened all the time.
"It seems that every time you are here, there is some damage," the librarian said acting like Schlock Homes telling who the mastermind was for the crime. He stalked up to the unsuspecting boy and grabs his hand. "Were you here yesterday?" he asked.
William shook his head yes trying to get out of his hold and run to his sleeping quarters. He never understood why Mr. Giles or anyone else picked on him. Maybe if he acts tougher, than no one pick on him.
"Well we are just going to have to turn you in for vandalism," Giles alleged pulling the innocent boy to Mrs. Cork while William screamed "I didn't do it!" over and over again.
Maybe if I just act tougher than no one will pick on me, William thought wondering why his life is like this.
That is how it has been around Level 9.
Disclaimer: All characters that are not original belong to the "almighty" Joss and his merry band of creators. Anything that is original belong me and my partner in writing.