Buffy knocked on Dawn's bedroom door to get her up for school. The teen was out like a light. She gave Dawn a gentle shake. "Come on, Dawnie, you have to get up or you'll be late!"
Dawn blearily blinked up at her sister. She was exhausted, and grumpy, and not at all in the mood to be confronted with Buffy's cheery attitude this early in the morning.
With a small jerk of her shoulder, she was out of her sister's grasp. "I'm sick," she muttered, turning aside as she pulled the blankets over her head. "Call in for me?"
Dawn sulked mutinously, sitting up to lean on her headboard. "It's not skipping. I'm sick." She faked a cough -- quite well, actually -- and rubbed her eyes. "See?"
Buffy was not happy. Even though the cough seemed real enough, she knew Dawn was faking it. She new enough of those tricks and they NEVER flew well with their mother.
"Dawn, you either get out of bed, or I'll yank you out of their, wash you, and get you dressed myself."
Buffy's voice left no room for arguement. She was tired of the way Dawn was treating her. She would never act like this with their mother.
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With a small jerk of her shoulder, she was out of her sister's grasp. "I'm sick," she muttered, turning aside as she pulled the blankets over her head. "Call in for me?"
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"Do you really want the social worker to come back here and find out I let you skip school?"
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"Dawn, you either get out of bed, or I'll yank you out of their, wash you, and get you dressed myself."
Buffy's voice left no room for arguement. She was tired of the way Dawn was treating her. She would never act like this with their mother.
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