Everything in the first chapter. I don’t own Buffy or any characters, and some lines are taken from the movie Grease.
Author’s Note: I owe all of my readers a big apology. I’m sure that I lost some of you, and I’m very sorry it’s been so long. First we had a family emergency, then I sprained my knee. After that, I was off to Hawaii for a month, on a scholarship to study “The Effect of Tourism on Polynesian Culture.” I got back, and jet lag was a major killer. Then I had to move in, have my first two days of classes, and I have no classes on Friday’s so here I am on a Thursday night, writing this for you. Please forgive me!!!! I hope you’re still reading and still reviewing.
Grease
Chapter 11
Willow let out a sad moan, as she grabbed napkins off the table and started to dab at the spilt coke on the table and her lap.
“No use crying over spilt soda.” Kennedy informed Willow, coming up behind her with a groan. She really hated her job. Bending over, she started to clean up the floor.
“I’ll be fine. Just need a shower.” Willow let out a small smile.
“It’s almost time for this joint to close. We just kicked out the drunks from the bar.” Kennedy announced.
“Do you mind if I stay a little longer, Kennedy?” Willow asked, as she continued to wipe up the soda on the table.
“Suit yourself.” Kennedy said, standing up and stretching out her back.
Willow let out a sigh of relief, as she took off her wet gloves that were covering her hands.
“WOW!” Kennedy exclaimed.
“What?” Willow asked, curious.
“I hate to tell you this, but you’re hands look like an Easter Egg.
Willow looked at her confused, then looked down at her pinkish red hands that she had covered with gloves earlier. “Oh. I had a little trouble today with beaker solutions. Actually, I had a little trouble today with all of my research. NASA sure wasn’t what I thought it would be when I checked out the brochure.”
“Being a waitress isn’t either. Word of advice: nothing ever is. Don’t judge a book by its cover.” Kennedy told her, as she began to walk towards the kitchen.
“Well, I quit. How do you think I would be as a waitress?”
“Clumsy.”
“Oh.” Willow whined, sitting down, looking scared. “Maybe I could be a dancer! No, I don’t think I’m outgoing enough for such a bold maneuver. I wish I had a guardian angel.”
“If you find one, be sure to give him my phone number.” Kennedy ordered her with a wink as she walked off.
Willow sat on a barstool leaning with her back against the bar, deep in thought, as the lights to the Bronze started to go off. Next thing she knew, her guardian angel was standing right in front of her.
Your story's sad to tell
A teenage ne’er-do-well
Most mixed up non-delinquent on the block
Your future’s so unclear now
What’s left of your career now?
Can’t even get a trade-in on your smock
(la, la, la, la)
(la)
(la, la, la)
(la, la, la)
(la, la, la)
(la, la, la, la, la, la)
(la, la, la, la, la, la)
(la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
NASA dropout
No graduation day for you
NASA dropout
Missed your midterms and flunked solutions
Well, at least you could have taken time to wash and clean your clothes up
After spendin’ all that dough to have the doctor fix your nose up
Baby, get movin’ (Better get movin’)
Why keep your feeble hopes alive?
What are you provin’? (What are you provin’?)
You’ve got the dream but not the drive
If you go for your diploma you could join a steno pool (laa ...)
Turn in your gloves and go back to high school (la, la, la, la, la)
(la, la, la, la)
(la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
NASA dropout (NASA dropout)
Hangin’ around the corner store
NASA dropout (NASA dropout)
It’s about time you knew the score
Well, you couldn’t discover anything, you think you’re so smart (ooh ...)
But no one would fire you, they didn’t have the heart(ooh ...)
Baby, don’t sweat it (Don’t sweat it)
You’re not cut out to hold a job (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Better forget it (Forget it)
Who wants to hire a slob? (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Now, your bangs are curled your lashes twirled but still the world is cruel (ooh ...)
Wipe off that angel face and go back to high school (ooh ...)
Baby, don’t blow it
Don’t put my good advice to shame
Baby, you know it
Even dear Abby’d say the same
Now, I’ve called the shot, get off the pot, I really gotta fly (aah ...)
Gotta be goin’ to that malt shop in the sky
NASA dropout (NASA dropout)
Go back to high school
NASA dropout (NASA dropout)
Go back to high school
NASA dropout (NASA dropout)
Go back to high school (aah ...)
Willow looked at her angel like he was the smartest guy in the world. ‘I think I just might take his advice.’ She thought as she glanced at her watch. Noticing the time, she figured that she was ready to head home.
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