Never going home again
England was getting really boring. Buffy sent me away to boarding school and I thought it would be so cool, like Hogwart's or something. Totally not. It was just a bunch of really rich kids who turned their noses up at like everything. I hated it and even spending my weekends with Giles at Slayer Central was getting boring. I missed my sister. I missed California. I was homesick and Buffy hardly even called for me anymore. I mean, she wasn't even supposed to be gone for that long. Her and Faith were supposed to help Angel with something and then come back and I was starting to feel like they were never going to come back. Ummm hello! Did you forget about your little sister who loves you alot and used to be a shiny magick key? I was starting to feel like the reject Summers family member again which was totally a title that should be reserved for my deadbeat Dad who sleeps with his secretaries.
When I told Giles I wanted to drop out of school and go to California he didn't even argue with me. He actually said it was for the best because Buffy was there and I should be with my sister. I think he really just agreed because he was getting tired of the peanut butter quesadillas I kept making for him. He always acted like they weren't good or something. They were totally good! I make the best quesadillas ever but Giles really only likes his tea for breakfast and maybe a scone. I guess in England they frown on experimental cooking or something. If I stayed maybe I could have learned how to make bangers and mash but I really wanted to go. I hated school, and I hated living with strangers and I hated being away from my sister. So Giles bought me a plane ticket for the next day and gave me some cab money so I could make it to the Hyperion from LAX.
We didn't call Buffy and tell her I was coming because I knew she'd just argue with me and tell me to stay in England. If she wasn't staying there I didn't understand why I had to. I was seventeen not stupid. I was homesick and okay L.A. hadn't been home for a very long time but it was more home than London would ever be. And it wasn't like I could back to Sunnydale because after we killed The First Evil there was no Sunnydale anymore. Unless I wanted to live in a big crater but there was probably spiders and stuff there so I'd pass. Besides, wasn't the point that I didn't have to live on the hellmouth anymore?
I listened to my IPod on the flight and thought about the different ways my conversation with Buffy would go. Everything from her being really excited that I was back in California to her buying me a ticket back and demanding that I leave. I wasn't some stupid kid anymore and short of her bodily dragging me all the way to LAX and throwing me on a plane I wasn't going back to England. Besides, she wouldn't do that or else I'd kick her in the shin really hard. She'd probably need my help anyway. I mean, she doesn't have Giles or Willow with her and I could be watcher junior and look stuff up. Buffy might hit hard but she wasn't very good at like the reading and stuff.
After I got out of the cab I walked in through the main doors of the Hyperion and looked around. This place was huge! Oh my God, I bet there was tons of places to hide. And it was exactly the kind of creepy old hotel I imagined Angel living in. But where was everyone? The lobby was totally empty and I just looked around wondering where to even start looking for people.
"Hello? Buffy?" I called out, my words only echoing around the lobby as I took a few steps closer to what looked like some offices. "Where is everybody?"
Still nothing. I walked closer to the stairs and peered up them, the shadows climbing in closer as I moved away from the lights. "BUFFY?! I'm playing with something sharp!" I yelled and still nothing. With a sigh I walked over to the main part of the lobby and flopped down on the couch. Great. I was only here for five minutes and already nobody noticed me.
When I told Giles I wanted to drop out of school and go to California he didn't even argue with me. He actually said it was for the best because Buffy was there and I should be with my sister. I think he really just agreed because he was getting tired of the peanut butter quesadillas I kept making for him. He always acted like they weren't good or something. They were totally good! I make the best quesadillas ever but Giles really only likes his tea for breakfast and maybe a scone. I guess in England they frown on experimental cooking or something. If I stayed maybe I could have learned how to make bangers and mash but I really wanted to go. I hated school, and I hated living with strangers and I hated being away from my sister. So Giles bought me a plane ticket for the next day and gave me some cab money so I could make it to the Hyperion from LAX.
We didn't call Buffy and tell her I was coming because I knew she'd just argue with me and tell me to stay in England. If she wasn't staying there I didn't understand why I had to. I was seventeen not stupid. I was homesick and okay L.A. hadn't been home for a very long time but it was more home than London would ever be. And it wasn't like I could back to Sunnydale because after we killed The First Evil there was no Sunnydale anymore. Unless I wanted to live in a big crater but there was probably spiders and stuff there so I'd pass. Besides, wasn't the point that I didn't have to live on the hellmouth anymore?
I listened to my IPod on the flight and thought about the different ways my conversation with Buffy would go. Everything from her being really excited that I was back in California to her buying me a ticket back and demanding that I leave. I wasn't some stupid kid anymore and short of her bodily dragging me all the way to LAX and throwing me on a plane I wasn't going back to England. Besides, she wouldn't do that or else I'd kick her in the shin really hard. She'd probably need my help anyway. I mean, she doesn't have Giles or Willow with her and I could be watcher junior and look stuff up. Buffy might hit hard but she wasn't very good at like the reading and stuff.
After I got out of the cab I walked in through the main doors of the Hyperion and looked around. This place was huge! Oh my God, I bet there was tons of places to hide. And it was exactly the kind of creepy old hotel I imagined Angel living in. But where was everyone? The lobby was totally empty and I just looked around wondering where to even start looking for people.
"Hello? Buffy?" I called out, my words only echoing around the lobby as I took a few steps closer to what looked like some offices. "Where is everybody?"
Still nothing. I walked closer to the stairs and peered up them, the shadows climbing in closer as I moved away from the lights. "BUFFY?! I'm playing with something sharp!" I yelled and still nothing. With a sigh I walked over to the main part of the lobby and flopped down on the couch. Great. I was only here for five minutes and already nobody noticed me.