July 12, 1992
Dear Journal,
Yesterday something odd happened to me. I was in 7-11 (Dear god I miss there slurpies, even though technically I have never had one) when I heard some beeper thing go off. I turned to look at the door, and saw that a very new looking alarm was set up at the door, a girl was standing there, a very fat and old man holding her roughly.
"I caught ya! Little thief! Your the one who has been stealing from me this
entire month! But I finally gotcha!" he said triumphantly.
"Let go of me, I am not a thief.. I .. I was..!" she cried.
"Not a chance kid."
"Hey, look boss just let me go.I no was stealiong I promise!" she yelled pleadingly. My ears perked up at the voice.
"There you are! I was looking for you" I said suddenly running over. The man looked up at me confused.
"Who the hell are you?"
"Brandon, her brother, I'm sorry sir but she is right, probably she was just looking out for me, true?." I said pulling off my, more american accent. There was some british in there yet I was able to hide most of it.
"Well this brat has been stealing from me for a month."
"A month? Can't be true sir, we moved here last week. And if you let she explain, she was just looking where I was, and probably step in to the alarm Don't worry, this won't happen again, I promise." the man glared at Faith and then me.
"Ok, but I better not see her here anytime soon!" he yelled and with that he grabbed the hotdog and pushed her and me out of the shop.
"uuh thanks." she merely said to me as we were pushed out of the 7-11.
"Yeh, no promblem. Are you ok?" I replied letting my natrual accent come back.
"yeh, five by five; Your british." she said stating not asking.
"Yes" I stated simply. She looked at me up and down. I had to confess she looked nothing like I thought she would. Faith...wasn't the little sexy girl I knew. She was actually quite holesome. The soon to be slayer wore a sweatshirt twice her size along with sweatpants just as big, held up by a belt.
"You have you been stealing from him for the last month?"
"No..." she mumbled. "I was just hungry...i-I've never stole before." she mumbled. I found this whole situation totally and absolutely ubeliavable.
"Never? Are you parents around?" I asked her. She shook her head no. How could this be? Faith?
"Whats your name?" asked Faith curiously.
"Wesley, and yours?"
"Faith, Faith Davies." she said smiling slightly. I still couldn't wrap my head around that this 14 year old girl would be the killer and a rogue slayer.
"Well, umm...you should be careful..." I replied not sure what to say.
"Yeh, well umm...I better get home."
"wait.. you say you were hungry?"
"starving, really"
"you want an hamburger?"
"Sure!"
half hour later we was eating in the closer mcdonald and talking about silly things movies and music
"is late, maybe your parents are worried.."
"like if they care about me…"
then something come back to my mind, Faith told lot of times, she had a very unhappy childhood..
"so your parents..
" see I gotta go, you are right, they will be worried, see you.."
and with that she ran off the restaurant down an alley and was gone.
July 14, 1992
Dear Journal,
New job sucks
A dogwalker! It was the first thing I saw in the classifieds, and the one with the least experince. The watchers acadamy doesn't exactly give you a highschool diploma. Yet luckily I ran into Faith today. And when I say ran into, I mean literally. I was in the park, and well I know I was suppose to be walking the dogs. Truth was they were walking me. Damm dogs where pulling me all around thepark, and don't even get me started when we saw that squirell… o a Dove.. o a cat…! Well we were going up a hill and BANG I ran into her. I fell flat upon my arse.
"Hey watch where yo-Wesley?" she asked.
"Oh Faith, hey, sorry, I uuhh-" when I finally meet her all the speeches and questions I had for her were gone.
"Yeh no prob, just be careful...uuh see you around."
"faith, wait, can we meet later?" And with that she got up and left me. Damm it! I messed up again.
July 16, 1992
Dear Journal,
I realized I need something so I can be close to Faith, watch out for her, make sure she doesn't change into that dark slayer. So that means I must use all my humility to do the once thing I can do to be close to her. Journal...I am going to do the one thing I promised myself I would never do. Modern Dance
Kill me now.
