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[Locked from Danny]
[So it might have affected me a little bit]
It was supposed to be a good day, a normal day. Yeah I smashed the alarm clock to bits when I woke up that morning but I was extra cranky. There had been Christian Slater dreamage. Mom was supposed to pick me up after school. We were going to have dinner and then I was going to cheerleading practice. You know, normal day. Only Mom was late, I was left sitting on the school steps, there was this creepy shoe polished car across the street and then some old dude came to tell me I destined to save the world.
I just wanted to be a personal shopper and marry Christian Slater. That is not a destiny. That is a plan. That’s when my whole world went pear shaped. As opposed to round shaped. Life was never the same after that. Patrols and vampires replaced cheerleading and slumber parties. Mom and Dad got divorced and I ended up in a mental institution for a little while. I thought it was going to get better after we moved to Sunnydale. I thought I was getting away from the whole slayer gig. Turned out it was all engineered by the Watcher’s Council, right down to my Mom’s gallery so that the Hellmouth would have a slayer. I thought I could quit. I thought I could go back to that girl I was before. The funny thing is, the monsters were out of the closet and no matter how hard I shoved, I couldn’t get them back in the closet. I AM a slayer. It’s as much a part of me as breathing, bleeding and buying shoes. I have to fight and I have to slay and if I don’t I turn into Bitchy Buffy. I know what’s out there, I know what it will do to the world and the people in it. More importantly, I know I can stop it. Becoming a slayer didn’t just change my life, it changed who I am.
[So it might have affected me a little bit]
It was supposed to be a good day, a normal day. Yeah I smashed the alarm clock to bits when I woke up that morning but I was extra cranky. There had been Christian Slater dreamage. Mom was supposed to pick me up after school. We were going to have dinner and then I was going to cheerleading practice. You know, normal day. Only Mom was late, I was left sitting on the school steps, there was this creepy shoe polished car across the street and then some old dude came to tell me I destined to save the world.
I just wanted to be a personal shopper and marry Christian Slater. That is not a destiny. That is a plan. That’s when my whole world went pear shaped. As opposed to round shaped. Life was never the same after that. Patrols and vampires replaced cheerleading and slumber parties. Mom and Dad got divorced and I ended up in a mental institution for a little while. I thought it was going to get better after we moved to Sunnydale. I thought I was getting away from the whole slayer gig. Turned out it was all engineered by the Watcher’s Council, right down to my Mom’s gallery so that the Hellmouth would have a slayer. I thought I could quit. I thought I could go back to that girl I was before. The funny thing is, the monsters were out of the closet and no matter how hard I shoved, I couldn’t get them back in the closet. I AM a slayer. It’s as much a part of me as breathing, bleeding and buying shoes. I have to fight and I have to slay and if I don’t I turn into Bitchy Buffy. I know what’s out there, I know what it will do to the world and the people in it. More importantly, I know I can stop it. Becoming a slayer didn’t just change my life, it changed who I am.
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