The police in this town were deeply stupid, but as far as I could tell this time, there was no demon occurrence. The students that were killed, this time, were killed by humans with guns. But, of course, I had to return to the scene to give them a report. Being the Principal and everything, everyone turned to me in moments like these. People were ( Read more... )

I watched the useless, airborne toxic disease that was one Xander Harris come charging into the dance, looking menacing and disgusting. Of course, the first person that he went to, was that tall British idiot, who was in serious need of deportation. I watched on, as I was bumped by a pair of seemingly drunk students dancing ( Read more... )

I had just left the school, and realized that in less then an hour, I would have to be back amongst the hooligans. I checked my watch, while driving to my home and when I looked up, I had to slam on the brakes and nearly caved in my chest against the steering wheel, as a skateboarder and punk kid had crossed the street in front of me without ( Read more... )

So the Mayor had caughten wind of the three recent dead students at Sunnydale High School and had contacted me, informing me to give a speech to the student body at large about being safe when not here. The Mayor was a great man, but with the history of this town, giving this speech was going to be delicate, and pointless. Giving a speech to these ( Read more... )