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Okay, so do I have the best sister ever or what?
My second day of school? I get asked out by extremely hot boy. Of course homework plus pop quizzes and catching up with make-up work given by teachers? Isn't the best thing for one's social life.
No it's not.
So my sister - noticing that I was working uber-hard by the way - asked me how my first couple of days at school had gone.
"Oh, y'know," I said, "Same old, same old. Stuffy old teachers piling a bunch of work I already know I can do on me..." Dramatic pause, "Extremely hot guy asking me out. Me not able to go because of all this."
Gesture to homework. Sister looking pensive.
Wait a beat. Sister saying, "Well, if you really want to go--"
Oh God, LOVING her. And the date went really well, too. Hot Boy, Bailey, is like a line-backer or something on the football team. Kinda sweet, as jocks go. Little self-centered, but hey. If I looked like that? I'd probably check out my reflection in every car window too.
The weird thing was, before I left? Carrie made me take a cross. It totally didn't go with my outfit but I took it anyway, just to put her mind at rest. Then, when I got home? We had a 'talk'.
At first I thought it was gonna be a completely embarassing moment where my sister tried to explain about the Birds and the Bees. Ewww! Had that trauma with the parental units, thanks! But she started going on about demons, how you could never be too careful in a town like Sunnydale and that, where in LA you might carry round, like, pepper spray or Mase as protection? Here in Sunnydale the weapon de choice was a... A pointy wooden object.
A stake. An actual stake.
Okay, still loving my sister, but honestly? She can be a little weird sometimes. I mean, c'mon! Demons?
Not that I told her that of course. I mean, she pretty much wrote my paper for me. And she didn't rag on me too much when I didn't get in until, like, 2am. My parents would've had be confined to my bedroom by now.
My second day of school? I get asked out by extremely hot boy. Of course homework plus pop quizzes and catching up with make-up work given by teachers? Isn't the best thing for one's social life.
No it's not.
So my sister - noticing that I was working uber-hard by the way - asked me how my first couple of days at school had gone.
"Oh, y'know," I said, "Same old, same old. Stuffy old teachers piling a bunch of work I already know I can do on me..." Dramatic pause, "Extremely hot guy asking me out. Me not able to go because of all this."
Gesture to homework. Sister looking pensive.
Wait a beat. Sister saying, "Well, if you really want to go--"
Oh God, LOVING her. And the date went really well, too. Hot Boy, Bailey, is like a line-backer or something on the football team. Kinda sweet, as jocks go. Little self-centered, but hey. If I looked like that? I'd probably check out my reflection in every car window too.
The weird thing was, before I left? Carrie made me take a cross. It totally didn't go with my outfit but I took it anyway, just to put her mind at rest. Then, when I got home? We had a 'talk'.
At first I thought it was gonna be a completely embarassing moment where my sister tried to explain about the Birds and the Bees. Ewww! Had that trauma with the parental units, thanks! But she started going on about demons, how you could never be too careful in a town like Sunnydale and that, where in LA you might carry round, like, pepper spray or Mase as protection? Here in Sunnydale the weapon de choice was a... A pointy wooden object.
A stake. An actual stake.
Okay, still loving my sister, but honestly? She can be a little weird sometimes. I mean, c'mon! Demons?
Not that I told her that of course. I mean, she pretty much wrote my paper for me. And she didn't rag on me too much when I didn't get in until, like, 2am. My parents would've had be confined to my bedroom by now.