Post by The Muse on Nov 16, 2009 0:01:57 GMT -5
• Title: Something weird is going on…
• Challenge: #6 Outsider perspective.
• Fandom: Buffy
• Pairing/Characters: Original character.
• Summary: A student at Sunnydale High is noticing that her school seems to be a bit different than other schools…
• Rating: G
• Warnings: Language.
• Disclaimer: I own nothing. But I would like to own Angel, Spike, yadayada, sexslaves, yadayada, Joss is God, yadayada. You’ve read it before.
• Author's Note: Thanks to my beta.
• Word count: 622
The Harvest
Dear Diary,
It’s only been a few days since the attack at the Bronze, but things have already gone back to normal.
I don’t care what anyone else says, that was messed up! People biting and killing, looking all ridge-y. I can’t believe that people who weren’t there are complaining about that they missed it! I’m still so freaked out.
And I kinda feel bad for Fluffy, or whatever her name is. Seems like she’s been dragged into gang wars or something. And she just started here too.
Out Of Mind, Out Of Sight
Dear Diary,
I’m in detention as I write this. I was standing by the stairs, and Harmony fell down. God, it was beautiful. But she started talking about being pushed or whatever, and a teacher saw me grinning, so I had to go to the principal.
Even tough they couldn’t prove anything, I apparently “need to learn some sympathy”, so they gave me detention. Like that whore hasn’t made mine and other people’s life miserable for years without feeling anything close to compassion at all. I doubt she could even spell ‘compassion’.
Weird thing is, I swear I could hear someone else laugh beside me. But there was no one there when I looked.
Bewitched, Bothered And Bewildered
Dear Diary,
Amy’s a freak. She took back the necklace she gave me, saying that Buffy would find out or something to that effect. I have no idea what Buffy has to do with Amy’s and my agreement. I check out for teachers while she and Mark makes out in the closet and she makes sure no one bullies me anymore (using a “magic amulet”, which I don’t really believe in, but it’s worked so far, could just be positive thinking tough).
So naturally, five minutes after she ran away with my necklace/amulet, some jerk calls me fat. Larry, the jock, told that guy off tough. I’m glad to see that some people can change.
Dead Man’s Party
DEAR DIARY, ZOMBIES ARE REAL!
I’m not freaking kidding, but I know that when I read this tomorrow, I’ll think I was imagining it. Not even Buffy or any of her friends, who I saw battle the freaks, agrees with me.
I have always tried to be nice to Buffy and the other self-proclaimed weirdos (I know, “who am I to talk”, but they really are). I smile at them when they walk through the corridors, clothes ripped, filth and blood on them, when everyone else shy away.
Well no more of that. The guy that always makes jokes even told me I should talk to a professional about my apparent “crazy-doodle” talk (I’m pretty sure one of the zombies hit him in the head).
What bitches.
Graduation Day
Dear Diary,
This might be the last time I write in you. It turns out I wasn’t imagining it, when all those awful things happened.
I’m going into war.
I yelled at my family, told them I was ashamed of them, to make sure they wouldn’t come to Graduation.
It’s okay tough, I’ll put a note in my locker, explaining things. I’ll put you in there as well.
I should probably have stayed home too, but I don’t know what it is that compels me to stay.
A martyr complex maybe?
Or it’s because I’ve had my eyes closed for so many years. Now they’re open, and a part of me would rather die with my eyes open, doing what’s right, than continue to live with them closed.
Bye Diary.
• Challenge: #6 Outsider perspective.
• Fandom: Buffy
• Pairing/Characters: Original character.
• Summary: A student at Sunnydale High is noticing that her school seems to be a bit different than other schools…
• Rating: G
• Warnings: Language.
• Disclaimer: I own nothing. But I would like to own Angel, Spike, yadayada, sexslaves, yadayada, Joss is God, yadayada. You’ve read it before.
• Author's Note: Thanks to my beta.
• Word count: 622
The Harvest
Dear Diary,
It’s only been a few days since the attack at the Bronze, but things have already gone back to normal.
I don’t care what anyone else says, that was messed up! People biting and killing, looking all ridge-y. I can’t believe that people who weren’t there are complaining about that they missed it! I’m still so freaked out.
And I kinda feel bad for Fluffy, or whatever her name is. Seems like she’s been dragged into gang wars or something. And she just started here too.
Out Of Mind, Out Of Sight
Dear Diary,
I’m in detention as I write this. I was standing by the stairs, and Harmony fell down. God, it was beautiful. But she started talking about being pushed or whatever, and a teacher saw me grinning, so I had to go to the principal.
Even tough they couldn’t prove anything, I apparently “need to learn some sympathy”, so they gave me detention. Like that whore hasn’t made mine and other people’s life miserable for years without feeling anything close to compassion at all. I doubt she could even spell ‘compassion’.
Weird thing is, I swear I could hear someone else laugh beside me. But there was no one there when I looked.
Bewitched, Bothered And Bewildered
Dear Diary,
Amy’s a freak. She took back the necklace she gave me, saying that Buffy would find out or something to that effect. I have no idea what Buffy has to do with Amy’s and my agreement. I check out for teachers while she and Mark makes out in the closet and she makes sure no one bullies me anymore (using a “magic amulet”, which I don’t really believe in, but it’s worked so far, could just be positive thinking tough).
So naturally, five minutes after she ran away with my necklace/amulet, some jerk calls me fat. Larry, the jock, told that guy off tough. I’m glad to see that some people can change.
Dead Man’s Party
DEAR DIARY, ZOMBIES ARE REAL!
I’m not freaking kidding, but I know that when I read this tomorrow, I’ll think I was imagining it. Not even Buffy or any of her friends, who I saw battle the freaks, agrees with me.
I have always tried to be nice to Buffy and the other self-proclaimed weirdos (I know, “who am I to talk”, but they really are). I smile at them when they walk through the corridors, clothes ripped, filth and blood on them, when everyone else shy away.
Well no more of that. The guy that always makes jokes even told me I should talk to a professional about my apparent “crazy-doodle” talk (I’m pretty sure one of the zombies hit him in the head).
What bitches.
Graduation Day
Dear Diary,
This might be the last time I write in you. It turns out I wasn’t imagining it, when all those awful things happened.
I’m going into war.
I yelled at my family, told them I was ashamed of them, to make sure they wouldn’t come to Graduation.
It’s okay tough, I’ll put a note in my locker, explaining things. I’ll put you in there as well.
I should probably have stayed home too, but I don’t know what it is that compels me to stay.
A martyr complex maybe?
Or it’s because I’ve had my eyes closed for so many years. Now they’re open, and a part of me would rather die with my eyes open, doing what’s right, than continue to live with them closed.
Bye Diary.