Buffy woke up to the sound of her mother yelling in her ear. She instantly jumped out of bed and gave her previously dead mother a huge hug. “Mom,” she whispered, “Is it really you?”
“Of course it’s me Buffy,” she replied, “Are you feeling alright? I wouldn‘t want you to miss your first day in your new school.”
“New school?” Buffy asked, suddenly wondering where and when she had landed.
“Yes. You don’t think they’d honestly let you back into your old school, do you?” Her mother asked.
“Um...no. I’ll just…go get ready for school.” She replied and started to get ready for school.
When she was dressed she thudded her way down the stairs and her mother drove her to school. It was some place called, “LA School for Troubled Youth,” and had a barb-wire fence surrounding the campus. When Buffy saw the school, she asked, “Mom, is this really my school?”
“Yes Buffy, I’m really sorry. It’s just that…well…no where else in LA would take you, and you refused to move, and well…I just wasn’t going to let you drop out.” She pulled the car into the circular driveway in front of the intimidating brick building.
A women walked up to the car carrying a clipboard, and tapped on the window. “Name, please?”
Buffy’s mom rolled down the window and replied, “Buffy Summers.”
“Oh alright. You’re the transfer. Okay, get your bags and I’ll show you to your dorm.” The women with the clipboard replied.
“Bags?!?!? Dorm?!?!?” Buffy asked her mom, completely stupefied. “You mean I’m like, staying here?!?!?”
“Buffy, I explained this to you before. It’s necessary, now please, just go with the nice lady.” She replied as she started to cry.
Buffy gave one last look to her mom before she got out of the car and took her bags from the women who was holding them. She led Buffy through the thick wooden doors into the school, and locked them behind her. Buffy was getting more and more creeped out by the second.
“You’ll be in room,” the women glanced down at the clipboard, “D3. It’s a good room. You’re sharing with Raven A., I’m sure you two will get along well.” She guided Buffy up a long flight of stairs and into her new room. Buffy looked around, taking in her new surroundings. It was a small, dark room with two very old cots. The walls needed a fresh coat of paint, their current color being an intriguing shade of grayish-green. Her roommate’s things were already unpacked, and as Buffy looked them over she already knew that this was not a girl she would be getting along with anytime soon. She seemed to have adopted the goth/punk look, and all of the posters on her side of the room were of death-metal bands. Her reading material was books on vampires and demons, and when Buffy flipped through them it seemed as though this girl had quite an obsession with a vampire called Angelus. Well this is just great, Buffy thought.
The clipboard women gave Buffy one last sympathetic look, before turning and leaving, closing the door behind her. Buffy was sure that she heard the sound of the door locking, and sure enough, when she checked it it was locked.
How did this happen? Buffy wondered. I wished to come back to LA so I could be with my mom and forget about Angel. Instead I get shipped off to a school away from my mom, and get stuck with a roommate obsessed with Angelus. But hang on…in a place like this, there is no way I’m going to have to slay anytime soon. This could actually be a blessing in disguise.
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