A/N Okay, so this is my first story that I'm posting on fanfiction. No.. wait.. second story. The first story that I posted was way back in 2001. When I was about 15 I think…Under the Penname "Forsata" really… don't ask. It was before I had discovered the world which is Buffy. Back then it was all about the game Zelda. Okay, im rambling. So.. please go easy on me. tell me if it sucks, but please don't be mean. Lol, im very fragile. Okay, im going to shut up now… hope ya like it.

manda

Chapter 1

William Giles, now called Spike, hated being the new kid. It seemed that he never stayed longer than six months in one place. Ever since his mother died, his father changed. It was like he didn't want to stay in one place to long, scared that he'd get used to a life without her. So here he was, 18 years old, a senior in high school, and moving to a brand new town called Sunnydale. Originally he had come from England. He was 15 when his mother died in a car crash. His father just wanted to get out, it seemed as soon as possible.

"William, come here I have something to tell you."

Slowly William descended the stairs. As he walked into the room, he could tell exactly what his father wanted to talk to him about. The room was full of empty flat cardboard boxes. They were moving. Where, he didn't know, but when… seemed like it would be soon.

"Where are we going?" William sighed, with an expression of pure boredom.

"America, I thought it would be best to get away from all of this. We leave in one week. Will, were not coming back. I have a place that I looked at last month, you remember. When I was out on business. Its in New York. Right next to the city, only about a half hour out. I thought-"

"Dad, its okay, I get it, got to get away." He pauses " Next week?"

"I thought it would be best to leave as quickly as possible. Honestly Will, I don't know how much longer I can bear to be in this house. I'ts so empty now."

"Hey, I already said I get it okay? Just, well, how much time do I have to pack and say goodbye to everyone?" Rupert could see that his son didn't want to leave, but thank the Lord that he was not putting up a fight about it.

"We leave next Tuesday"

That was the first move, after that they had gone from New York, over to Nebraska, Florida, Montana, Denver, Seattle, Portland.. and well. You get the picture. Now he is in the small town of Sunnydale, California. His father decided that this would be the place that they would stay. Or, that him alone would stay. With Spike's grades, he'd be off to College in about a year. Even with all of the moving they were still a wealthy family. Spike had his own car, he got it as soon as he was able to drive. It's an old black Desoto. Nobody ever understood why Spike chose that car.

So today was the day. His first day at a new school…again.

A/N okay.. I know.. short. give me a break... just started writing. anyway.… please just tell me if it sucked. I have real self esteem issues when it comes to writing. Okay.. just.. yea.