WilliamTheFailedPoet

Buffy: I sat on the ledge of a window of my small Cleveland apartment. I was thinking about him again; the scar on his eyebrow, his bleached hair, his beautiful smile. But one thing stood out, the way he looked at me. He looked at me like I meant the world to him, like he would die for me. Would I die for him? That’s the question I’ve been asking myself lately, and I can’t seem to answer it. I brushed through the knots in my hair and looked out at the beautiful sunrise. I managed to throw on some jeans and a t-shirt and I walked down to the coffee shop. I ordered a latte, grabbed a newspaper, and found a place to sit. Ope

Chapter Three Dawn and Andrew sat in the nearly empty movie theater watching the commercials. Dawn had already eaten most of the popcorn, but that just made Andrew smile. Dawn looked back at two people entering the theater, “Hey, Andrew, don’t those people go to our school?” said Dawn pointing at Xander and Anya. “Yeah like Xander and Anna or whatever.” Anya and Xander came over and sat right next to them. “Do we know you guys?” asked Xander. “I think so,” began Andrew, “Do you go to Sunnydale High?” “Oh yeah!” said Xander. They talked until the movie starte

Chapter Two When Buffy walked up to school the next day she saw William sitting on the grass. “Hey, Spike!” As she ran closer he said with a sigh, “Do you really have to call me that?” “Yep.” Spike pointed to a poster on the school wall, “You trying out for the cheerleading squad today?” “OMG! I almost forgot!” “What class do you have first?” “Physical Education.” “Wonderful, me too.” In the gym Buffy sat on the bleachers waiting for class to start. She then saw the boy she was now calling Spike enter. She skipped over to him. “Hey

Chapter One Buffy awoke in the morning with a smile on her face, she wanted to jump up and down, today she was starting her first day of her sophomore year. “Buffy! You’re gonna make me late!” whined Dawn who was starting middle school. Buffy looked at her clock, 7:25am, “Oh, crap!” She slid on some skinny jeans and a Sunnydale High T-shirt. “I’m coming!” Buffy said as she sprinted down the stairs and out the door, “bye, mom!” She jumped into the front seat in the car and smiled at her dad, “Mornin.” When the car pulled up to the High/Middle School, Buffy jumped ou