Dear Journal,

It's August, and I think I lost you in the wash somewhere. Thank god I found you, if I write stuff down it makes stuff real. And it least your better then a wall (long story). Ok boarding school HOLY CRAP! (yes I said Holy Crap!) I'm in England and did I say Wow yet? It's like a bunch of house or well LARGE houses together. It basically likes a mini town. I have my own dorm, which is cool, yet that's only temporarily. I got in here on a scholarship cause of my HIGH HIGH test scores on the SAT's. And it was sort of easy, I mean my parents had to pay some, but really it was Mr. Dixie who paid for most of it. (When I say paid I mean like buying the books, plane ticket and ect.) So here I am...by myself again...yet it least now I can hopefully find Wesley before it's to late. But right now I'm too tired from the plane and train ride to do anything.


August 31, 1991

Dear Journal,

Ok, I honestly don't get the British school system. All the girls call me the "Bloody New American". All of them are rich and I'm positive none of them got in on a scholarship. Great! I'm the only non-snob in my school. I looked in the well "phone book" as us Americans call it. I'm sure British people have a different name for it. I found it, Wyndham Pryce yet it was his home number and address. I knew he went to the watchers academy, where the hell is that? Suddenly someone was looking over my shoulder.

"Miss Burkle what's your next class?" asked the headmistress.

"I uh-uh" I looked at my schedule and my eyes nearly fell from my sockets. "Slayer History."

"Well don't look so dumb-founded girl. Honestly sometimes I think you don't even know this is the girls watchers academy!" she laughed. "But of course Mr. Dixie recommended you and he was head boy in his time and I trust his judgment. Tell me he has been tutoring you."

"Yes he has." I gulped because I hated lying.

"Yes well not get to class."

Oh god oh god oh god, I'm training to be a watcher!"


September 1, 1991

Dear Journal,

Ok, I'm IN LOVE WITH THIS SCHOOL! I mean I can talk about demons freely; I can talk about anything I have learned from AI. Their library is huge, even though their librarian is weird. He's Irish I know that, dark hair blue eyes, and he looks extremely familiar I don't know why though. I did all my homework already and I find myself spending more and more time in the library reading up on Angelus, and other things as well. Learning more about enemies we have faced, like Holtz especially. But also I looked up all the demons I could remember we faced ready to face them again. But would I face them again? I mean I'm going to the watcher's academy and that's a giant major cosmic change.

September 4, 1991

Dear Journal,

Met my new roommate. Talk about snob major, ok. She has it all the long blond hair, shiny and silky. The nice body, the blue eyes, the long eyelashes. All the friends and the only thing she said to meet when she came into our room.

"So I get the Bloody American New Girl? Oh great!" and with that she flips her hair and leaves probably to go talk to "daddy". RRR! Just great! And as if I don't have enough problems.


September 8, 1991

Dear Journal,

Ok roomy isn't all that bad at all. Her name is Ashley Cole. Yeh when she's around her friends she's a snob, but when she's just alone she actually quite nice. She told me about her life and how it's all controlled and stuff. I help her with my homework, and she puts a good word for me here and there, and soon I'm not longer the Bloody American, just well the American. Which I know is good. I also thanked any higher powers that there are for sending another new girl. She is Japanese, which is sort of cool cause we would compare and talk about costumes. Did you know that if you blow your nose or show affection or even real giant emotion in Japan it's considered rude? Weird huh? All well, the sugar rush I have had is leaving now and I'm getting pretty tired.


September 12, 1991

Dear Journal,

Ok well Ashley, Ami (new Japanese friend) and I where challenged to a major dare. See it was Friday and everyone knows that the headmistresses watch the girl's dorms the most on Fridays because they will go into each other's rooms and party. Yet then never except them to leave the dorm. So we were dared to go to the boy's academy next door and hang their underwear by the flag pool. Ok so we may be seniors (it least in the states we would be. Not sure what I am here.) And that may be immature but hey, you only live once. I never really did anything when I was 17, so if I was given a second chance I think I'm going to take it.


September 13, 1991 (Friday)

Dear Journal,

So we snuck out, sticking pillows under our sheets. Ami was in our dorm so it was easy. Wait for Headmistress to see us lying in bed, nod in approval move on, stick pillows under bed and jump out window. Thank god we're only on the ground floor. So here we are running a good quarter of a mile to the guy's side, passing the giant bush that has always been a wall and we gasp. The guy's academy is a castle. No literally it's a freaken castle. The cool thing is, the tips of it just fade into nothingness cause it's sort of in a valley. SO if you looked straight ahead you'd see nothing. We all gasp, then we all gulp and head downwards towards the castle.

Mary-Lee has a brother who goes there and she told us about the layout. The head boy has his own little personal hut, him along with the other Prefects. So as we head down there I can hear my heart pumping so fast. We creak open the door to see them all fast asleep. Snoring. We all giggle like little girl as we crawl into their room; it's extremely dark, yet there just enough light from the moon that poured through the window to find their draws. We snicker as we take out a pair of boxers that have the British flag designed on them. Giggling like we're 4 we make it out of the hut alive and safe. Now all we had to do was get to the flagpole, which wasn't hard to find because it was right outside their hut. I think there the ones who do the flag every morning. So we took down the British flag, cut holes in the British flagged boxers and put that on there. That along with some underwear, and other undergarments. All 3 of us pull on the rope sending them up into the air.

"God save the queen." said a voice. All 3 of us turned and gulped as we saw a boy coming from the Prefect house.

"Shit" muttered Ashley.

"Names Collins, and you girls might want to come inside before you get in trouble." he winked. None of the girls were stupid, and they'd all rather get in trouble then go in that room with him, and his perverted mind.

"Who's out there?" said a voice. Who ever it was it was really familiar. Yet the voice was older.

"Bloody hell it's Ripper." said Collins.

"Get them!" said a voice inside the hut, and "the ripper" Collin and two other boys started chasing after us. I had no clue any of us could run that fast. We sprinted like madwomen. When we came to our sacred push, we turned right to hide in the woods. Yet one boy had strayed from the rest and saw us go into the woods. Ashley and Ami had disappeared into the darkness, and hadn't seen me trip because they would of stopped if they did. So I ran like fire trying to get away I had to stay here because-wait a minute. I stopped running and the boy tackled me to the ground and pinned my arms above me head and laid on top of me. Both of us were breathing heavily from the run.

"Wesley?" I had said.