[QM] #61 - Hit yourself over the head with a hammer
"Why don't you hit yourself over the head with a hammer when you wake up every morning?" - Wuthering Heights
You know, I wondered the same thing the first few mornings that the Potentials came to live in Sunnydale. We lived in a three bedroom house with about twenty-five girls and two bathrooms. You do the math. Overnight, it went from me and Dawn fighting over the shower and time in the bathroom to a lottery and schedule hoping the hot water didn't run out. Not of the fun.
I used to wake up to an alarm clock, but that had been quickly replaced by yelling. Hitting myself over the head with a hammer would have been an easier way to wake up. It wasn't just arguing over who ate the last pop tart, but the training outside, too. I didn't even want to know what my neighbors thought. All they saw were a bunch of women training with weapons, or doing self dense yells in the backyard. People arriving at the house at different times that were either covered in blood or dust. Good thing most of Sunnydale had left before all of the Potentials got there.
After a while, I got used to the yelling and the sounds of running footsteps up and down the hallway. When I got back from patrolling or got home after following a lead with Caleb, I used to walk through the mass of sleeping bodies on the living room floor. I couldn't let them get close, especially after a few died, but I could do that. It was my own little ritual before I went to sleep.
That didn't stop the wishing for a hammer when the strident voices woke me up a few hours later though.
You know, I wondered the same thing the first few mornings that the Potentials came to live in Sunnydale. We lived in a three bedroom house with about twenty-five girls and two bathrooms. You do the math. Overnight, it went from me and Dawn fighting over the shower and time in the bathroom to a lottery and schedule hoping the hot water didn't run out. Not of the fun.
I used to wake up to an alarm clock, but that had been quickly replaced by yelling. Hitting myself over the head with a hammer would have been an easier way to wake up. It wasn't just arguing over who ate the last pop tart, but the training outside, too. I didn't even want to know what my neighbors thought. All they saw were a bunch of women training with weapons, or doing self dense yells in the backyard. People arriving at the house at different times that were either covered in blood or dust. Good thing most of Sunnydale had left before all of the Potentials got there.
After a while, I got used to the yelling and the sounds of running footsteps up and down the hallway. When I got back from patrolling or got home after following a lead with Caleb, I used to walk through the mass of sleeping bodies on the living room floor. I couldn't let them get close, especially after a few died, but I could do that. It was my own little ritual before I went to sleep.
That didn't stop the wishing for a hammer when the strident voices woke me up a few hours later though.