A/N; This fic is going to be a casual one where I can add entries to the diary as they come to me. I'm also trying to work on characterisation of Dawn I should improve as time goes on please enjoy it as you read and hopefully feel compelled to review!

Dawnmeister Chronicles

Chapter 1 : Bored

Dear Diary,

Ugh I hate my life. All I have to do all day is go to school learn a bunch of stuff I'm never gonna need I mean answer me this why do I need to know Pythagoras's theorem. He's some old dude that made up some maths thing and now we have to learn it what's the jack! Anyway after a nice long day in school what do I have to look forward too… dinner and bed. Ok I know I usually like school but this is a ramble so shhh. It's so unfair I have no life, unlike my big stinky sister who shall remain nameless, who gets to be all high and mighty and in charge of killing things and stuff. Moms all like "Oh Buffy! Shield her from stuff!" I don't need to be shielded I'm perfectly capable of handling dead stuff well not literally cause you know like ew…

So basically I have no life and I'm sick and tired of it I HATE BEING BORED! Boredom is like one big black sucky hole of despair, once you're caught there is no escape from its evil torturous ways! If you find yourself say heading towards a place were boredom might dwell like a library RUN! It is a deadly contagious Ebola-y disease intent on wiping out the entire race of human kind!

I mean it sprouts from every situation. One minute you are sitting there having a zipady doo dah day and BAM it hits you like a big ole train! Some days you find yourself in class trying sooo hard to listen then it falls over you. You find yourself on the brink of vegetating during a well lets just say less stimulating class. I look around the class to see my friends sprawled across desk lying dead and lifeless, melting into the furniture. Others just stare vacantly in to space analysing air! All because of my old pal Boredom!

A worse place then school in which to find it is at family gatherings. Now at family gatherings you have two choices.

Number one, sit amongst the ancient ruins of the family and listen them debate over your body parts! "Oh Joyce, she has a look of you all right"

Its called genetics get a dictionary! I hate old people. Giles for one! He's so stuffy and boring and English and says I'm "irksome" and "rather tiring" and "would I ever desist"! Stupid Watcher dude.

Anyway number two…sit with the fussy mothers bouncing there offspring on there knee. Then ask me to baby-sit hand the little sprog to me and voila a milky lumpy substance down your front. Either way it's a boring day of gloom and Boredom.

Have I said that I hate being bored? Oooh I hear voices downstairs…maybe its Xander. Its probably Buffy just having an I'm all important listen to me fit! No one cares Buffy go kill your squiggly demons…if you happen to slice yourself open don't worry I'll take care of Mom. I better go down see what the fuss is wait until you see I'll walk in and shuushh the shielding will commence oh the joys of my life!

Bye! Don't get bored without me.

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