SDF 54: That Summers Girl
NOTICE: I'm going to be starting school at the end of the week, there for the updates will all, most likely, just contain one segment each. However, to make up for this, I'm going to update when I finish each segment instead of waiting until Sunday or Wednesday.
Segment: That Summers Girl
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Buffy adjusted the roll of masking tape that currently resided on her wrist and stared down the empty hallway with a look of determination. It was early Wednesday morning and thus time to place up the Writer's Club flyers. She would have managed to talk her mother into doing it or at least helping, but Joyce Summers was currently in a moment of pure inspiration with her newest project.
Slowly, she began making her way down the hall, taping handmade flyers to the lockers. Deciding that there was no way in hell that she could do this all over the school without attempting to entertain herself, Buffy placed twelve sheets on that William Bradshaw's locker. Twenty of them went on the captain of the football team's locker. Buffy smirked.
Served Larry right for slapping her butt the other day.
She avoided the library, knowing that the librarian was already present, despite the barely noticeable sunrise outside. While she loved the idea of tormenting Rupert Giles, she knew he would make some amused comment about her being her mother's butt monkey as well.
Okay, maybe he wouldn't use those precise words. He was that stiff upper lip British type after all, but he would say something along those terms.
With a sigh, Buffy turned to the next hall. It was here that she got the best idea ever. Grinning like the madwoman that she was, Buffy jimmied open the janitor's closet and retrieved a ladder. She then leaned it against a space of blank wall and slowly climbed up it.
Sure, she shouldn't be using a ladder without someone to spot her, but Buffy was perfectly in tuned with her own sense of balance. Pulling free some tape, she began taping the Writer's Club flyers on the ceiling. It was due to her concentration that she didn't hear a set of footsteps down the hall.
"You there!" A voice snapped below her.
Buffy slowly looked down upon the bald head of Principal Snyder. She shifted uneasily and taped the last flyer to the ceiling, then hopped off the ladder. "Yes?"
"Where did you get that ladder?" Snyder asked with a scowl.
"Umm..." Buffy thought quickly. She would be in trouble for taking it from the janitor's closet, that she knew. So, what to tell him? "...It's mine."
"You own this ladder." Snyder stated, raising an eyebrow.
Buffy noticed absentmindedly that he looked like a beetle when he did that. "Yes. Yes, I do."
"Which is why it says 'property of Sunnydale High' on the side?" Snyder crossed his arms. Buffy winced and glanced at the sticker.
"Well, I needed it! For... Flyers." Buffy defended.
"Flyers." Snyder narrowed his eyes at one of the flyers, noting what club it was for. "Writer's Club?" He turned back to Buffy and sneered. "Oh... You're that Summers girl."
"I beg your pardon?" Buffy crossed her own arms.
"Humph." Snyder sniffed delicately, as though he smelled something he didn't like. Buffy suspected he needed to take a bath. "Perhaps it would be prudent for you to return the ladder where you got it and finish with your... Task."
"No problem." Buffy reached to grab the ladder.
"Silly girl." Snyder snorted, pushing her out of the way. "Let a man carry it."
Buffy watched, amused, as Snyder struggled to pick up the ladder. He fumbled with it, caught it, and then tripped over his shoelace. The result was the ladder tumbling to the floor with a loud bang. Buffy snickered.
"May I?" Buffy asked, smiling sweetly. Snyder glared. With a smirk, Buffy bent down and easily picked the ladder up. With greater ease than someone her size should be able to possess, Buffy placed the ladder back in the closet. Buffy turned back to Snyder and fought down a chuckle. "Thank you for your generous help, Principal Snyder."
"Get these finished." Snyder snapped, gesturing at the flyers. "And don't you dare be late for morning classes."
With that said, Snyder stormed away muttering about those annoying Summers women.
Segment: That Summers Girl
the cast | the story list
Buffy adjusted the roll of masking tape that currently resided on her wrist and stared down the empty hallway with a look of determination. It was early Wednesday morning and thus time to place up the Writer's Club flyers. She would have managed to talk her mother into doing it or at least helping, but Joyce Summers was currently in a moment of pure inspiration with her newest project.
Slowly, she began making her way down the hall, taping handmade flyers to the lockers. Deciding that there was no way in hell that she could do this all over the school without attempting to entertain herself, Buffy placed twelve sheets on that William Bradshaw's locker. Twenty of them went on the captain of the football team's locker. Buffy smirked.
Served Larry right for slapping her butt the other day.
She avoided the library, knowing that the librarian was already present, despite the barely noticeable sunrise outside. While she loved the idea of tormenting Rupert Giles, she knew he would make some amused comment about her being her mother's butt monkey as well.
Okay, maybe he wouldn't use those precise words. He was that stiff upper lip British type after all, but he would say something along those terms.
With a sigh, Buffy turned to the next hall. It was here that she got the best idea ever. Grinning like the madwoman that she was, Buffy jimmied open the janitor's closet and retrieved a ladder. She then leaned it against a space of blank wall and slowly climbed up it.
Sure, she shouldn't be using a ladder without someone to spot her, but Buffy was perfectly in tuned with her own sense of balance. Pulling free some tape, she began taping the Writer's Club flyers on the ceiling. It was due to her concentration that she didn't hear a set of footsteps down the hall.
"You there!" A voice snapped below her.
Buffy slowly looked down upon the bald head of Principal Snyder. She shifted uneasily and taped the last flyer to the ceiling, then hopped off the ladder. "Yes?"
"Where did you get that ladder?" Snyder asked with a scowl.
"Umm..." Buffy thought quickly. She would be in trouble for taking it from the janitor's closet, that she knew. So, what to tell him? "...It's mine."
"You own this ladder." Snyder stated, raising an eyebrow.
Buffy noticed absentmindedly that he looked like a beetle when he did that. "Yes. Yes, I do."
"Which is why it says 'property of Sunnydale High' on the side?" Snyder crossed his arms. Buffy winced and glanced at the sticker.
"Well, I needed it! For... Flyers." Buffy defended.
"Flyers." Snyder narrowed his eyes at one of the flyers, noting what club it was for. "Writer's Club?" He turned back to Buffy and sneered. "Oh... You're that Summers girl."
"I beg your pardon?" Buffy crossed her own arms.
"Humph." Snyder sniffed delicately, as though he smelled something he didn't like. Buffy suspected he needed to take a bath. "Perhaps it would be prudent for you to return the ladder where you got it and finish with your... Task."
"No problem." Buffy reached to grab the ladder.
"Silly girl." Snyder snorted, pushing her out of the way. "Let a man carry it."
Buffy watched, amused, as Snyder struggled to pick up the ladder. He fumbled with it, caught it, and then tripped over his shoelace. The result was the ladder tumbling to the floor with a loud bang. Buffy snickered.
"May I?" Buffy asked, smiling sweetly. Snyder glared. With a smirk, Buffy bent down and easily picked the ladder up. With greater ease than someone her size should be able to possess, Buffy placed the ladder back in the closet. Buffy turned back to Snyder and fought down a chuckle. "Thank you for your generous help, Principal Snyder."
"Get these finished." Snyder snapped, gesturing at the flyers. "And don't you dare be late for morning classes."
With that said, Snyder stormed away muttering about those annoying Summers women.