Buzzzz.....buzzzz....My hand shot out before my eyes ever opened and began to smack the table next to my bed. "Must kill..." After knocking a bunch of things off onto the floor, I finally got the god-awful sound to stop. Who ever invented alarm clocks needed to be shot, or torn piece by piece until they...I stopped myself from finishing that ( Read more... )

Jonathan and I were out on the Quad, playing GI Joes, when the fire trucks pulled up. No one really even did a double take, because, Hello? Sunnydale. Fire trucks are like, everwhere! What with all the combustible tap dancers and burninating vampires who learn the hard way about why Creatros De Los Noches shouldn't go out in the day ( Read more... )

The other day? Was weird. I mean I have seen weird. I have seen a pass that knocked a guy out for the 3rd time in a quarter on the football field. I have seen a cheerleading squad do a cheer proclaiming that they were proud of their african heritage, when they all were... well white. However the notion that Tara, my new friend Tara was roommates ( Read more... )

There comes a time in every man's life (a time when, for example, Tucker is getting some to the third degree) when a guy has to re-evaluate his game plan. Yeah, maybe I should get out more. But out is so...mind numbingly dull, and this is an opinion I have never been able to disguise. I don't think it's necessary honestly. People deserve to ( Read more... )

You know sometimes I wonder if I'm totally cursed or something. Oh, not with anything noticeably bad like my hair falling out, or some freaky skin disorder or permanent bad breath - but something much worse. Loser-itis. That undefinable quality or aura that makes people just not want to hang out with me, or be my friend for long ( Read more... )

I had been humiliated, well in more ways than one. First of all, Taylor and I were dancing. Fine cool, whatever, but this guy kept trying to- well.. touch me, and I totally didn't want to seem uncool, but I also didn't like the touching, so I kept moving away from him. Then in all my moving away and avoiding I barely noticed when not only Xander, ( Read more... )

I could hear voices. Low and monotonous. Going on and one about something... subject? Testing... it didn't make any sense. Then again I barely had any recollection of the last few events that happened. I recalled feeling euphoric and flooded with power. Obviously Tucker and Amy had enough of me and opted to cut me loose. Their loss of course ( Read more... )

I opened my eyes feeling the cold floor beneath me. Everything was just a blur at first, but only at first, and as my eyes began to focus, I could make out a mirror and next to it a window with the light from what could only be the sun shining through it. I got up, feeling dizzy almost, feeling the same old rage I had felt the night before. The ( Read more... )

"Will you stop running away from me for a minute? I know you're not going anywhere, you made your injured face, and that means you could use some patching up. Now march over to that bed and lay down...or something. I'll go get the first aid kit, and then you can tell me what's bothering you."I hadn't made it very far before Cordelia called me back ( Read more... )

The thought occurred to me when I woke up in the motel with Amy, still feeling hungover from the unbinding spell. We had to go back to the dorms eventually. That's the natural habitat of college students. That's where we were supposed to be, right? We couldn't hang out in the motel forever. We didn't have a shitload of money and there were people ( Read more... )