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- April- 1998
I think this is the longest year of my life, after first grade which, let me tell, took forever but the year, seventh grade year, isn't even over yet! APRIL! That's were I am in life. April of 1998. I still have two whole more months. Two whole months to get out of this hell. I sort of slap my head against the table and then I feel Xander and Willow staring at me weirdly. I thought they knew I was crazy. I mean they have now me since ever!
"You need something?" I snap.
"Someone is being prissy. PMS?" Xander asks.
I narrow my eyes at him. "That is none of your business."
"Are you okay, Buffy?" Willow asks gently.
"Well let's see, I'm getting like a C in Math, I'm failing Science, and History, I might add and uh I'm fat and ugly. No, I don't think I'm okay," I snarl at her. And I know she doesn't deserve it, but I just need to get away. Everyone is driving me crazy!
Willow's eyes go wide, "Buffy, you aren't fat! And you're differently not ugly!"
"Yeah, yeah… tell it to the preacher," I snap as I get up, from the white bench in the cafeteria.
"Where are you going?" she asks.
I shrug my shoulders and point outside, "I just need to think."
I walk slowly and open the white and glass doors that lead me outside of the cafeteria. I watch as some of the boys in our grade zip past me, a few going, "Hey Buffy."
I smile at them and for a moment I feel like I'm liked and people think I'm 'hot'. Whatever that means. It's sort of funny because you want people to notice and the more you try the more they notice but in the end no on does anything about it. It's like you shouldn't even try because everyone in this school knows who you are since you were like five. So if you've been here forever, like me and you aren't 'popular' now, doubt you'll ever be.
I actually have a funny story about being able to be popular. Cordelia, who is the most known girl in our grade. I thought she had no idea who I was, now she does but in third grade I thought she didn't even know who I was. See Darla, who had like no friends back then was upset because Cordelia wouldn't let her play with her and her friends. So she made a group and choose a few kids who could play with her and she choose me as one of them. But she didn't choose Darla but, being me of course, I stayed with Darla because I was such a good friend. When Cordelia finally let Darla play with her and her friends she totally bailed on me. Sometimes I think I gave up my only chance to be popular. A wrong decision in third grade… What a joke.
I open the gate that leads me to the fields. We have a lot. Four to be exact and one tennis court. But the one thing that are school doesn't have is a football field. It's to 'dangerous' for students to play. I roll my eyes at the thought. Don't they think that kids with more money than God can do a lot worse things?
Look at Aura's brother, he sells drugs. And Percy, he owns the goddamn school and every mall we go shopping too. Look at Drusilla, her mom is part of like the FBI or something. And then there's me. I'm not poor, defiantly up there in the rich kids. I have my fair amount of Abercrombie clothes and designer shirts but you know what I do have that the rich kids don't. Fatness and ugliness.
I look up and see Angel over there with Cordelia and Darla and I feel this squelchy feeling in me. I don't mean to love him. It sort of happened. And it's not like its soul mate love or anything; I just have a crush on my best friend. I want to slap myself. I'm such an idiot, it's not like he would notice me anyway. He likes girls like Darla and Cordelia, just because they are so damn popular. Cordelia isn't even that pretty and Darla is just an ugly blonde slut! Well she did make out with Drusilla at that one party, or was it Cordelia.
I look around and see Penn at the football field. I smile and wave a little and he smiles back. I and he are good friends. But his ex- girlfriend hates me, because he broke up with her because of me. I'm sorry that I feel proud of that fact, but she was a bitch to me and I'm glad he broke it off with her.
Spinning around I see Willow and Xander coming towards me and for some reason every time I see them I feel safe, like no one can hurt me. They smile at me and I smile back. Willow takes my hand and I lean my head against Xander's shoulder.
"So, how's life?" Xander says as we walk around the soccer field.
"I don't know, it pulls tricks on us," I whisper looking up at the blue sky.
We walk by Angel and he looks at me and for the first time I don't feel lower than him. I feel higher. I walk by him proudly with my best friends hands wrapped around me. He is never going to have friends as good as mine and if he wants to hang out with sluts than he can. I smirk at him and roll my eyes and maybe that was a little for show but then I turn my head back towards my friends and I smile. I don't think I smiled that huge in a long time.
TBC
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Also, I have posted another part because I will not be here tomorrow.