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As always, when Dawn Summers awoke, she wished it wasn't a Tuesday. Perhaps Tuesday wasn't the most commonly dreaded day, but in Dawn's experience: Tuesday sucked.
"Dawn? Are you up yet?" Buffy Summers stuck her head into her teenage sister's room. She was wearing her new blue blouse and black slacks, ready for her first day at Fork's High School as it's new and inexperienced social councellor. "We've gotta get going. Stupid term that starts on Tuesday," she muttered to herself, yawning.
Dawn glanced at the clock, almost fell out of bed and sat up with a start. "Crap! Why didn't you wake me earlier?" she asked Buffy, annoyed. Her Slayer sister shrugged and headed back downstairs, still sleepy herself.
Dawn dressed quickly in jeans and a tie-dyed tee, slung a denim jacket over her shoulder and thumped down the stairs. Buffy was in the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of juice. Dawn grabbed a granola bar and chugged down some milk straight from the carton.
"It would take half a second more to get a cup," Buffy observed, rolling her eyes. "But anyway, we should get going."
Dawn climbed into the passenger seat of the Buffy's rusty Sedan. Her sister started the ignition and stomped on the accelerator, reversing out of the tiny driveway in front of their house. Dawn gazed out of the window, feeling nerves stir in her stomach. Starting new schools never went well with her, although admittedly her second school campus had been located right on the Hellmouth, which really didn't help things.
"Nervous, Dawnie?" Buffy said knowingly. Dawn shrugged and grunted non-comitally. Buffy continued: "It'll be okay. There's another girl starting new today too, so it's not like you'll be the only one. And if you need any help, you know where to find me. Or, you will once I know where to find me. They had so better give me a nice office," the Slayer mused.
"What's the new girl's name?" Dawn asked, interestedly.
"Uh… I think it was Isabella," Buffy glanced out of her rear-view mirror distractedly. "Yeah, Isabella. She's the daughter of our police chief, Charlie Swan. Everyone's going on and on about how she's 'come home at last'."
Dawn slumped back into her seat. "Well everyone already knows her," she sighed. "They'll all be like: 'Oh! Hi Isabella! Come be my friend!'"
"Don't be like that Dawnie," Buffy sighed herself. "Ooh, look, we're here."
They parked next to a massive, old, red Chevy that didn't really look like it could still run. It was five to nine and there were still plenty of students milling about in the car park and around the buildings. Forks High was totally different to Sunnydale High. Dawn's old school had been one big building, Forks High was one-story and sprawling, with different buildings for different classes.
"We've gotta find the principle's office," Buffy said, slinging her bag over her shoulder and setting off to the building marked 'Main Foyer'. "Come on," she called to Dawn.
"It's so green," Dawn mumbled, following her sister across the car park. "And it's all wet… and cold." She shivered and pulled her jacket more closely around her, wishing she'd worn boots instead of Converses. "Ah, this is better."
Inside the foyer it was warm and bright. Buffy marched over to the desk where a large, red-headed receptionist wearing a purple t-shirt looked up at them, blinking behind small glasses.
"Hi!" Buffy said cheerily. "I'm Buffy Summers, the new councellor. And this is my sister, Dawn."
"Oh, yes, of course," the receptionist fiddled about with the papers on her desk. "I'm Ms. Cope. The principal, Mr Greene, is waiting for you in your new office. Here is your map," she handed Buffy an A4 map depicting the different buildings of Forks High. "I expect after you meet with Mr Greene Dawn will be going off to class. Please take this to each of your classes," she said to Dawn, giving her a slip with spots for a teacher's signature. "And bring it back to me at the end of the day."
"Thanks!" Buffy said. "So where would my office be?"
"It's in the Human Resources block, next to the dining hall," Ms. Cope pointed to a spot on the map and Buffy nodded. "Please come and see me if you need anything else."
Buffy and Dawn headed out of the Front Office and along the sheltered walkway that led to Human Resources. Dawn glanced down at her sheet, which also told her which subjects she had for the day, and which rooms they were in.
"I have P.E right now," she groaned. "It's too fricking cold."
"Ah, the joys of high school P.E," Buffy reminisced. Dawn kicked her in the shin gently and pushed open the door to Buffy's new office.
"Hi!" A tired-looking man with a cheery smile shook Buffy's hand, then Dawn's. "You must be Ms. Summers, and you must be Dawn," he had a loud voice with a grating edge to it. Dawn smiled a little reluctantly and watched him show Buffy how to use the phone.
"So, Dawn, right now you have P.E, I believe," said Mr Greene, glancing at her timetable. "Yes, yes. Well, if you need anything don't hesitate to ask, ok? You'll probably see me around the school sometimes. And don't worry, you're not the only new student here. You might have heard about Isabella Swan? She's in your class for a few things, I believe. I hope you two can make friends."
Dawn nodded awkwardly. She was not looking forward to this.