newmetropolis
New Metropolis.
Okay, so not the most creative name in the history of city names, but Sunnydale? Wasn't either. And New Metropolis is so, so much cooler.
Rome was fun. It was a nice holiday. Roman holiday, ha ha. After the big battle with the Big Bad, it was really good to take a break and slum it in Italy with all the cute Italian boys. Buffy loved it. I loved it. And then, weirdly, I didn't.
I wanted to get back to doing something. Buffy couldn't understand, because she spent so long fighting against what she was and not having to be it for a while must've been so awesome. But I was born into it. Well, kind of. I'd always been around it, always been it. Not so much with the fighting, but with the research and the moral support. And now there was nothing to do.
I was bored.
I started looking at schools. Buffy encouraged me, but I could totally tell it was bittersweet for her. She never got to finish school. But I really wanted this and she couldn't stop me. And then the brochure for New Metropolis University came.
I saw, I fell in love, I applied. And now I'm here.
I'm just a regular college student now. Well, a college student with a few demonology books in her tiny studio apartment - hello, dorms? so not my thing - but as normal as I can get, circumstances and all. I have friends, I go to classes, I study. Life's good. Relatively demon-free. A new start, kinda.
I sat down on a bench across from the Superman memorial in Centennial park, took out a textbook from my bag, tucked my legs under me but I didn't read. I stared at the memorial. It meant so much to me. I mean, I know, it matters a lot to everyone, but I really got it. Someone who gave their life to and for the things they believed in. I really get that.
Besides, the memorial is so much more interesting than History of Renaissance Art.
Okay, so not the most creative name in the history of city names, but Sunnydale? Wasn't either. And New Metropolis is so, so much cooler.
Rome was fun. It was a nice holiday. Roman holiday, ha ha. After the big battle with the Big Bad, it was really good to take a break and slum it in Italy with all the cute Italian boys. Buffy loved it. I loved it. And then, weirdly, I didn't.
I wanted to get back to doing something. Buffy couldn't understand, because she spent so long fighting against what she was and not having to be it for a while must've been so awesome. But I was born into it. Well, kind of. I'd always been around it, always been it. Not so much with the fighting, but with the research and the moral support. And now there was nothing to do.
I was bored.
I started looking at schools. Buffy encouraged me, but I could totally tell it was bittersweet for her. She never got to finish school. But I really wanted this and she couldn't stop me. And then the brochure for New Metropolis University came.
I saw, I fell in love, I applied. And now I'm here.
I'm just a regular college student now. Well, a college student with a few demonology books in her tiny studio apartment - hello, dorms? so not my thing - but as normal as I can get, circumstances and all. I have friends, I go to classes, I study. Life's good. Relatively demon-free. A new start, kinda.
I sat down on a bench across from the Superman memorial in Centennial park, took out a textbook from my bag, tucked my legs under me but I didn't read. I stared at the memorial. It meant so much to me. I mean, I know, it matters a lot to everyone, but I really got it. Someone who gave their life to and for the things they believed in. I really get that.
Besides, the memorial is so much more interesting than History of Renaissance Art.