A/N: Here's another chapter – please give me advice, its greatly appreciated. Thank you very much for the reviews;
spikegothicchick: Thank you – hope you like
funkydevil206: Thanks :D, I think this was soon.
Mony19: Hey, thanks for reading :D
HUGE Thanks to you guys for reviewing, I hope you like it:D
Buffy got back just in time for next period. Ms Calendar wanted her to sing a farewell song. Something with depth and meaning, to say goodbye to the year twelve's who were graduating in less than two weeks. It was her choice as to which song she chose, and she thought she knew just the one.
"Buff! What'd she want ya for?" Xander called out, pulling out a chair for her.
She sat, "Oh, Ms Calendar just wanted to see how I was adjusting," she lied.
Faith laughed, "They're gonna be checkin' you till his nose gets better!"
Buffy blushed.
"Actually, according to my research… that punch… the power was almost inhuman. His nose is almost permanently displaced…"
"Thanks, Wills," Buffy mumbled, slouching down in her chair.
"Oh… Sorry, Buffy…" Willow said, smiling shyly, but apologetically.
Buffy plastered a plastic smile onto her face, "S'Ok Will, I can't help that I have the temper I have…"
The conversation between them grew hushed as Parker Abrams walked into the class room.
"Yo, Abrams. Sup with the strips?" Faith yelled, indicating his nose, which was taped with medi-strips in attempt to hold it together.
Buffy took one look at him and slid lower down in her chair. He'd been absent from school since it had happened, this was the first class she'd had with him today, so she was shocked to see that it still hadn't healed. Maybe she was stronger than she thought…
"Way to go, Buff," Xander muttered, giving her a silent applause.
Buffy walked into the sunlight, letting it wash over her as she stood, looking over the seniors and wondering if they'd even care for her song… even see the hidden meaning.
She smiled slightly, looking at the students. She glanced at William 'Spike' Marson, and Liam 'Angel' Conner, who were frowning at one of Cordelia Chase's lame jokes.
Spike would never notice her. She knew that even after being at the school only two weeks.
She sighed and walked off in the direction of her mum's car, softly humming the tune of the song she was to sing, then, she had an idea…
She walked faster, getting in the car, "Hey, mum!"
"Nice day, honey?" Joyce Summers asked her seventeen-year-old daughter.
Buffy grinned, "Very nice day," and with that, she just smiled for the rest of the trip home.
Buffy scribbled some notes down on the paper, and then went back to her lyrics.
She turned to the piano, pencil in mouth, and played a little bit of the music she had just written.
She smiled and resumed her lyrics;
'You're goin', and I know its gonna be me soon,
I can't see beyond now,
And it scares me that you can.
How do you do it?
How do you know what is too come?
How can you go?
Finish?
Leave?
Is it hard for you?
Can you imagine it?
Can you see beyond the future, beyond the hazy-ness?'
She sighed, putting the pencil down and massaging between her eyes.
Was it okay? Would they like it?
She began on the piano, playing random chords at first, then finally resting at a place near C. She sang and played, sang solo, played solo, trying to figure what was missing, then realized. It needed a different instrument. Piano wasn't gonna cut it.
She frowned. What the hell was there to play if not piano? She glanced around the house and saw her mum's almost ancient acoustic guitar in the corner of the lounge room.
She knew her mum would murder her if she played it, but she also knew exactly what instrument she wanted to play.
And she knew exactly who would notice her playing it
A/N: How was the update? I promise I'm working on a longer third chapter, but the update might take longer this time. Hope everyone is enjoying :D