TITLE: The Upper School
AUTHOR: Danielle
SUMMARY: AU. Buffy's POV through out her whole middle school and high school life and how she survives going to a very strict school, which who goes has tons of money. And the faults of just being a kid. And of course... some Angel.
RATING: PG for now, NC-17 later
DISCLAIMER: All Joss Whedon's. The school is based on a real school but all names fictional.
DEDICATION: To everyone at school, especially to my Xander and Willow, and to MY Angel.
FEEDBACK: Very much wanted!
AN: I have gotton many questions about this and I cannot stress this enough how THIS IS NOT MY LIFE. The school name and teachers are not real. Though this is based on my school life, it is not based on my life. Many of the stories that Buffy goes through are mostly real stories. Many are mine but a lot are my friends as well, so don't think that one person went through all these things. If you have any questions on it, or anything in general on what she went through, feel free to email me, and I will happily answer any questions.
7th Grade- Trimester Two- December- 1997
Do you know how many things can change in a few months? Tons. So when Drusilla joined the 'Group' I totally had enough, I moved. I went up grabbed my tray from the line and instead of sitting in the long table near the door with the chairs I went and sat with Willow and Xander. It was scary at first. I mean I wasn't sure if they would be happy to talk to me or something. But they all greeted me with open arms. It's funny, how many things can change.
I'm failing science. Like really. I never failed anything before, but I don't really care. I'm getting a C in Math and again I don't really care. The only thing I'm doing any good in is English. With Miss Daum. I never really liked English before, I didn't like writing and reading, well I did, just not the things they made us read. But we read this Helen Keller book and now we are doing poetry and everyone can't stand it, but I sort of like it. Not like I'm going to say anything! I mean, and then they would think I'm some weird nerd that likes that sort of thing. And I do, like that sort of thing; I just want people to like me more.
It's December 15th. I love that date. I don't know why. It's my date that I imagine snow. Love, winter. It's weird huh. Maybe it's that Winter break is coming soon and that means Christmas and presents.
"Buffy," a high pitched squeal says at the lunch table and I look up and see Angel coming towards me, "You know you are the bestest friend, and the coolest. Cutestet, smaretests-"
"You want a French fry?" I ask holding one in my hand.
"See how well you know me?" he said taking it from my hand and sitting on the bench. Willow and Xander chuckle. They think we like each other. That's sort of sick. I mean its Angel. And yeah, he is sort of cute. And sort of new, so he doesn't now my past. But he doesn't like me. He likes hanging out with the cool kids. I hate those people. Especially Darla. She tries to get Angel do anything for her. He does, I think. And I get so jealous. I think I hate her.
I lean against his arms and start eating my French fries and so does he and we laugh about how Ms. Seltzer is so short, our Page to Screen teacher. Willow and Xander hide there grins but I known they want to say something. I mean I have known them for freakin' ever!
"Well I've got people to see and things to do, see ya later Buffy!" Angel said as he got up from were he was sitting at the table, which was next to me, and goes over towards another group and begs for French fries.
I shrug my shoulder a little when I see he is sitting next to Darla and Cordelia and talking to them. I try to shove away that feeling in me but it doesn't seem to go away. I look back at Xander and Willow and they both have there eyebrows rose. "What," I say, annoyed.
"Nothing," Willow said with a funny smile on her face. "Angel," Xander said at the same time.
I glare at him, "What about Angel?"
"You care two in love with him," he said with a huge smirk on his face.
"I don't," I hiss and turn away from them and see Amy staring at us, "What!"
"Nothing," she said raising her hands, "I didn't say anything."
"Yeah will you were," I say as I look around the blue and purple cafeteria. My gaze finds were Max is sitting and I bend my head down. Why every time I see him with a different girl I want to cry? Because you like him. My eyes widened a little and I look around the table scared someone heard my thought. I breathe a little knowing it was just a thought. A little demon in my head. It wasn't true, I try to convince myself. I grab hold on my blue assignment book that is now black because that was what I did when I had nothing to do in class. Used my black ink pen painted the whole thing black.
"Will I do would love to stay and chat but I have to go and finish something for History," I say as I stand up and grab my assignment book and my huge red book that I was required to buy.
"Well have fun," Willow said as I started walking way.
I turn back and smile, "Yeah, tons."
The sign out sheet, which is yellow, is sitting in the lap of, "Mrs. Kalter."
"Hi Buffy, where are you going?" she asks. This is what happens when you need to leave the lunch room and go somewhere. You have to go up to the teacher that is sitting at the desk and tell them were you are going to The library, the atrium, bathroom, meeting a teacher or going to detention.
"I have to go to the library," I say.
She smile, sort of worried at me, and I give her a smile as she rights my name down on where I am going. The only reason she is so worried is because I'm getting a D in her class. But I mean it is only French, what does it matter.
I walk slowly towards the library, which is at the corner of the school when you enter, and then suddenly change my direction. I walk slowly towards the 100 hallway to where the bathroom is. I don't feel like doing history really, ancient China, which let me tell you is piss boring.
I open the bathroom swingy door and I sigh in relief when no one is inside. See the thing about our school is that we have nine subjects. But so every subject can be an hour they make us have a block schedule. Which means that you only have six subjects a day. So you have an A day with periods one through six. B day which is seven through three. And a C days, which I hate, is periods four through nine. So now every class is an hour and a minute long. So with a half hour break, which is lunch, we learn from eight AM to three forty five PM.
But not everyone has lunch at the same time. Seventh and Eighth graders have lunch after the second class of the day, tenth and ninth have it after the third class of the day and the eleventh grade and the twelfth grade have it after the forth class. So all these classes are funny but right now I really hope no one from an older grade comes to the bathroom. I wish there was a lock on the bathroom door.
I look at the door and then at the mirror. I'm not exactly that pretty girl. My hair is ugly, black, and well my mom says its brown but its so dark and ugly I hate it. I wish I could get highlights. My mom said in high school I can get them, but that is so far away from now. But when I can, no one will recognize me. I'll be a blond, no one believes me but they'll see.
I look at the door again and then turn slowly back to the mirror and lift my shirt and stare at myself. I have the smallest boobs. I'm not even an A yet! And my stomach is fat and I look like a goddamn freak! I let my shirt drop when I hear the door open. A senior comes in and looks at me funny but I don't met there eye as I grab my books and rush out before I do something stupid.
I walk down the hall quickly and run right into someone. I look and see I ran right into Angel. I sigh and he looks at me funny, "You okay Buff?"
"Yeah," I say quickly.
"Really, looks like you were going to kill yourself there," he said jokingly. I stare at him and breathe, he doesn't know, so he can't mean anything. Right…
"Nah, of course not silly," I say as I give him a push, "I'm just upset over my Science grade; I'm getting a D-. Sort of sucks huh?"
"Defiantly agree with you," he says as we make are way back to the cafeteria. I lean my head against my shoulder. Everything will be okay; I mean I do have the rest of the year, right?
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Also, I have posted another part because I will not be here tomorrow.