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Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep

Soon to be eighteen year old Buffy Ann Summers groaned and turned it off.
The clock read 6:45 and today was her first day of Sunnydale high, she was going to be a senior but it would be a lot more fun with her best friend Faith but she was back in LA.

She got up, showered and put on a cd as she began to get dressed.

All my life I've been searching for something
Something never comes never leads to nothing
Nothing satisfies but I'm getting close
Closer to the prize at the end of the rope
All night long I dream of the day
When it comes around then it's taken away
Leaves me with the feeling that I feel the most
The feeling comes to life when I see your ghost

She loved this song by the Foo Fighters, it was one of her absolute favourites. She began to move to the music as she selected her clothes.

Come down don't you resist
You have such a delicate wrist
And if I give it a twist
Something to hold when I lose my breath
Will I find something in that
So give me just what I need
Another reason to bleed
ONE BY ONE hidden up my sleeve
ONE BY ONE hidden up my sleeve

She picked up the nearest thing, a can of deodorant and began to sing into it as the chorus came and she sang along.

Hey don't let it go to waste
I love it but I hate the taste
Weight keeping me down

Hey don't let it go to waste
I love it but I hate the taste
Weight keeping me down

She pulled on faded black jeans (she thought her leather pants made too much of a wrong impression for the first day of school) with a decorative chain off to one side and a red singlet top with Nirvana on the front.

Will I find a believer
Another one who believes
Another one to deceive
Over and over down on my knees
If I get any closer
And if you open up wide
And if you let me inside
On and on I've got nothing to hide
On and on I've got nothing to hide

She pulled on her black leather boots and laced them up still bobbing her head to the music.

Hey don't let it go to waste
I love it but I hate the taste
Weight keeping me down

Hey don't let it go to waste
I love it but I hate the taste
Weight keeping me down

She started to brush her long golden hair which she had blow dried straight.

All my life I've been searching for something
Something never comes never leads to nothing
Nothing satisfies but I'm getting close
Closer to the prize at the end of the rope
All night long I dream of the day
When it comes around then it's taken away
Leaves me with the feeling that I feel the most
The feeling comes to life when I see your ghost

She put on her black chocker and a few of her favorite black bracelets.

And I'm done, done and I'm on to the next one
And I'm done, done and I'm on to the next one
And I'm done, done and I'm on to the next one
And I'm done, done and I'm on to the next one
And I'm done, done and I'm on to the next one
And I'm done, done and I'm on to the next one
And I'm done, done and I'm on to the next one
And I'm done, done and I'm on to the next one

Thankful that their new house had thick walls and that her mum was downstairs and used to her daughters loudness she began yelling as the singer did.

And I'm done, done and I'm on to the next one!
And I'm done, done and I'm on to the next one!
And I'm done, done and I'm on to the next one!
And I'm done, done and I'm on to the next one!


To complete the look she put on black mascara and eyeliner and cherry lipgloss.

Hey don't let it go to waste
I love it but I hate the taste
Weight keeping me down

Hey don't let it go to waste
I love it but I hate the taste
Weight keeping me down

She glanced in the mirror and decided she looked fine.

Done done and on to the next one
Done I'm done and I'm
On to the next.

The song finished and she grabbed her walkman, cd pouch and schoolbag and headed downstairs.

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Buffy had been expelled from her last three schools in LA.
The 1st fighting, The 2nd bashing up her principals car with a metal baseball bat and the 3rd for burning down the school Gym.
Her mom, Joyce, had accepted a job at the only gallery in Sunnydale so that she and Buffy could get a fresh start after the Gym and the divorce.

“Hi, honey.” Joyce ,a loving woman with sunny hair in curls and a kind face, greeted her daughter. Buffy sat down at the table and began happily eating the feast her mom had prepared for her first day.
“Ready for school?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be.” Buffy said with a small smile.





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