"But you guys said I didn't have to go to 'school' !" Tomi yelled as Willow half dragged, half carried a panicing teenager to the school grounds.
"I know, I meant that you didn't have to go there, I meant you didn't have to go there to learn." Willow replied. Roughly twenty paces behind the two, Connor and Dawn were laughing ther heads off.
Glaring at her two "friends", Tomi retorted, "What if the other kids laugh at me!?" Clutching her sides, Dawn answered, "For starters, you could stop clinging onto every telephone pole we pass!"
~~~At school~~~
Once inside the unfamiliar building, Connor was just about to explain the purpose of a locker when they heard, "OH NO!!! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!! HERE SHE COMES!!!" this was followed by a stampede of frantic students trying to make it to the safety of their homerooms. "Aww hell no." muttered Connor. From around the corner came a teenage gril with short, dirty-blonde, hair and dark navy blue eyes. She wore a black tanktop under a black leather jacket. She also wore a pair of black jeans and finished off with a pair of all-starr shoes, black of course. Willow stared at her and cocked an eyebrow.
"I better...take off. See ya later, Tomi!" said Willow.
"Willow wait!" cried Tomi.
The girl stopped a few feet before the trio, glaring at them before stating,
"I smell new-kid."
"Quit it Cas, y'know who we are," Dawn said bravely.
The gothic teen glared at Dawn.
"Sorry, but I don't like you, 'cause you're perky, and I don- I mean, I hate you, 'cause we're related..." she stared at Connor in the eye. He coolly returned the gaze.
"And I have no idea who this twit is!" she roughly pointed at Tomi, who had been looking around vainly for something to interesting to happen.
"Miss Harris..." a hand came down on the goth's shoulder. "Connor, Dawn, shouldn't you three be in homeroom?" asked the school's new history teacher, Giles.
"Err...hello? Are you new here to this school?" he asked Tomi.
"Uh...n-n-no, I'm just visiting. I'm T-Tomi O'connel. N-nice to meet you." stuttered Tomi.
"Uhhh...G- Mr. Giles, ehe, can I talk to you for a second?" said Dawn dragging Giles to a corner. "She's...Buffy and Angel's daughter. Didn't you know?" asked Dawn with a serious look on her face.
"Wait, she is related to me too? Ugh! I hate my life!!!" said Cassandra as she slammed the door after entering homeroom.
"Good lord!" Giles exclaimed with anger and was taken by surprise. "No one told me! I mean you would think that I have the right to know what the devil is going on but no one tells me anything anymore! I just recently heard that Connor was Angel's son-" Giles looked around, with no one to be seen. Giles rolled his eyes and stepped into the teachers' room.
~~~Lunch Break~~~
Tomi found herself in an unfomfortable position. Not only had she found out that she was related to the school's most feared bully, but that she was separated from Connor and Dawn. Not to mention the gross tuna casserole that she almost barphed up. Although ashamed to admit it, she was slightly frightened.
"You are scared, are you not?" asked another teen girl beside her. She wore a somewhat dressy black burnout shirt with red roses to accent it. She also had on a black flocked party skirt to match. Her black Stevies rhinestone clogs shined into the hallway.
Tomi stared at her and said, "No, I-I'm not." she said lying through her teeth. She was good at lying back where she grew up, so Tomi wanted to test if others would not catch her slyness.
The girl cocked her head to the side. "You are lying. It is quite evident," she said. Tomi stared at the girl in bewilderment. How did she know she was lying? Tomi's fear evaporated and she leaned against the wall.
"I'm Tomi, what's your name?" The girl looked at Tomi with an elegant, yet mischeivious look in her eyes.
"It depends on what you see me as..." Tomi gave her a disbelieving look. The girl had a posh style of clothing but nonetheless a punk in someways.
"Ok." Tomi gave her a confused look.
"I seem posh sometimes, a part of my mother, so they call me Nicole. But if some people see me as a punk in disguise, then I'm Boa. Take your pick."
Tomi studied her outfit and her manner and finally decided, "Is...Nicole ok with you?" Tomi asked.
"Nicole is fine." she answered.
"If you don't mind me asking," Tomi questioned. "Why do you have two names?"
"Well," she explained. "My father has a punk taste of style. Whereas my mother has a more proper lady-like style which I also adore. It's hard when your parents are like complete opposites." Tomi gave a strange yet ineteresting stare. "Now, I'm sure my parents already know yours. I've heard about you. I just wasn't sure if you..." Nicole leaned closer to her. "were actually born of the slayer and a vampire. Dad says it's a complete nutcase. Well blame him 'cause I'm born of two vampires." Tomi stared at her, stranger and stranger each time. "So your just visiting us?"
"Yeah." replied Tomi casually. "Something like that."
"Well stick with me and you'll be fine." stated Nicole.
"Ok, sure. So...is there anyone else that I don't know of?" Tomi prayed that she didn't have another related person that ended up being quite odd like Cassandra.
"Well, there's Sara. She was adopted by Willow and Tara. Nothing special. Oh yeah and there's Anne." explained Nicole as Tomi follwed her into an empty classroom. "
"Who's Anne?" Tomi asked anxiously.
"Well you don't see her around here. She's in a boarding school, just outside of California."
"Why?" questioned Tomi.
"Long story..." answered Nicole.
"I've got time."
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