Knights Errant
2003-10-27 02:51:57 UTC
Timeline: 3 months after Chosen. After the great Sunnydale battle,
Buffy and the Scythe Babies move to L.A. and set up
shop in Angels' old home.
Setting: Main lobby of the Hyperion Hotel.
Disclaimer: Laura is not a regular member of the Buffyverse. She is a
figment of my imagimation. However, everyone she talks
about is. So let firmly state that I do not own any of
these
characters; they are the sole property of Josh Whedon
and
Mutant Enemy Inc.
Archiving: If you want, sure. Feel free. Please tell me if you do.
Comments: Silence is NOT Golden. Be cruel, be kind. It's all good.
Just let me know what you think me.
Summary:
Laura, One of the Potentials/Scythe Babies writes a letter home. This story
is inspired by M. Scott Eiland 'Slayer Central' series. If you haven't read
it, shame on you. You're missing out on some great writing. You can fit
this story in anywhere after the 'What He Does' fic.
Authors Note:
I'm writing this part because I have to say two things up front. First is
an explanation of the terms Potentials and Scythe Babies. The topic of BtVS
final episode always starts a heated [but still friendly] debt between my
friends and me. The main sticking point is always the same. I don't
consider the girls who Willow super-powered in 7x22 to be real Slayers, so I
don't call them Slayers. A slayers get her power from the 'Spirit of the
First Slayer' {see Giles line at the end of 4x22 Restless about the source
of Slayer power}, not from the Scythe. But the story is written from the
prospective of a 15 year old girl who thinks of herself as a Slayer.
Let me also state that as much as I liked season 7, I did have one major
problem with it. I got really tired of the, for lack of a better term,
Charlie Brown Principal that seemed to dominate all of the characters
thinking. Parents and family are never mentioned, or even thought, about
throughout the whole season. And, we don't know anything about any of the
Potentials parents. When Chloe died, Buffy acted as if she was the only
person in the world who cared for/about her. Didn't Chloe have a mom, or a
dad, or at least people who cared about her before she got to Buffy's house?
And what about all the other girls who died? Where they all orphans too?
With the exception of Kennedy, whom we know just from a single conversion
with Willow, is rich, these girls could have all hatched from pods in Buffy'
s back yard. And, if you really think about it, Kennedy still might not
have any living parents. They could all be dead and she just inherited her
mansion with many wings. This story is meant to be somewhat of an answer to
that problem. With all that said, Happy Reading.
************************************************************************
Laura's Letter Home [1/1]
Dear Mom and Dad:
How are things in Humboldt? Life here at the new school is great. I'm
sitting inside the main lobby listening to the patter of the raindrops on
the windows. Now that Buffy and Mr. Giles have decided to turn this place
into a full-fledged school, things here are pretty busy. To the rest of the
world, the newly established Hyperion Academy for Exceptional Young Women is
an all-girls boarding school in the middle of Los Angles, but to thou of us
who live here, it goes by a different name; Slayer High.
I still don't know why we have to learn stuff like Geometry; it's not like
you can kill a vamp with it. "Back off you evil fiend! Or I'll spear you
with my protractor!" I know! I know! As I was writing the words down I could
hear you and Dad saying, "Education is the foundation of success. A young
girl needs a good education if she wants to be successful at anything in
life". But between classes, training, and patrols, it seems like I never
have any free time. Today is different. It'd been raining here in L.A. all
morning, which is a little weird because I always thought that it didn't
rain in California. Anyway, classes and fighting drills are done for the
day. There are no patrols scheduled tonight on account of the storm, so I'll
finally have some time to tell you everything about this place.
This place is way cool! It's mondo huge! The Hyperion Hotel has over 100
rooms, a giant library, a huge cafeteria, two lounges, a brand new training
and workout area, and a fully stocked weapons lab. There's even a pool and a
spa! Way Cool!! This guy named Angel set us up with a full cleaning and
maintenance staff, so we don't have to do anything but patrol and study. He
even sprang for a huge computer lab and over 100 laptops for us to study
with. How - Wild - Is - That?!! Professor Pryce said something about
charging it all to some Wolf-Man-with-a-Heart guy. This place feels more
like a vacation spot then a Slayer school. The student lounge is especially
cool. It's got a great ambiance to it and these real soft hip-hugging
leather chairs that rotate. I don't know what's in the other lounge cause I'
ve never been in there. They keep the alcohol in that one so it's adults
only, no minors allowed. :( Professor Pryce also told us the story of this
place. The hotel was completely renovated recently. He said a demon
god-thing named Jasmine once lived here. She made everyone who meet her fall
instantly in love with her, and that all of her followers stayed in the
hotel so they could be close to her. Because everyone was all brainwashed
and stuff, they donated all their time, energy, and money into fixing the
place up so it would look nice for her. When they learned the truth, that
she was a demon-thing and snapped out of it, they just abandoned the place
and when home. Sucks for them, but great new school for us! As great as this
place is, it's still a school, and just like high school back home, the
girls here have started running in packs. Five different 'clicks' have
formed, each one based around a single person.
The first click is the Watchgirls. They are the smallest group. There're
only about seven or eight of them. These girls are seriously into science
and demonology. They spend all day working in the library with Mr. Giles
translating and studying ancient text. All of them can be described in one
word, geeks. I know what you're gonna say Mom, "They can't be geek. They're
all super strong with enhanced reflexes." Well, just because a person has
super strength doesn't mean they can't be a geek. Geek Check Rule Number
One: if you think reading ancient Sumerian is fun; you are a geek. They
always dress like they just came from a board meeting at IBM. Business style
suits with a blue or black blazer and small-rimmed glasses are the norm. It'
s sort of a combination uniform and fashion statement rolled into one. They
may not wear pocket protectors, but you know what they say; you can take the
pocket protector away from the geek, but you can't take the geek out of the
pocket protector. Or something like that. Some of the seniors say that Mr.
Giles and Professor Pryce are grooming them to be future watchers.
Next up are the seniors, or the Thousand Yarders. These are the girls who
fought in and, actually lived through, the big Hellmouth battle. These girls
have seen more combat then a battle-hardened Vietnam soldiers has. They are
the ones that Buffy always puts in charge of leading the patrols. All of the
seniors hang together. They don't dress or act in any one particular way,
but all of them do have one thing in common, their eyes. Whenever I look at
them I see something strange in their eyes. Something kind of? Well, dark is
the only word I can think of to describe it. They have this look like they'
ve seen something no one else has seen. Like they know something we don't.
There's this one girl named Vi. Before you ask, I have no idea what it
means. I thought it was short for Vicki, or Veronica, or something like
that, but Buffy told me that it's not short for anything. My friend Ashley
thinks that English people just like giving their kids really goofy names.
Anyway, I made the mistake once of asking her about it during patrol one
night. She got this I-Am-So-Gonna-Kick-Your-Ass look on her face. She's been
kind of peeved at me every since. I still don't know if she's mad at me
because she felt insulted by my asking or if she was mad because I was
talking during a patrol. These gals take patrol very seriously. Kennedy is
the only senior Slayer who doesn't hang out with the rest of them. She
spends almost all of her free time with Willow. Rona once told me that
Willow and Kennedy have a Sapphic relationship, what is that? Is it some
kind of opera music or something?
Willow brings me to the next click, The Wiccies. Although they call
themselves the Coven of Roses, everyone else calls them Wiccies. The Roses
part of their name is from Willows last name; Rosenberg. She is the High
Priestess of their coven. She's also and the Science, Computer, and
Chemistry teacher here at Slayer High. Technically, the Wiccies are geeks
too, but no one is willing to say it to their faces. They don't dress like
you would think. You know the stereotype, long black dresses and Goth
makeup. Actually, they dress pretty normal. They mostly wear jeans and
T-shirts or sundresses and sandals depending on the weather with minimal
accessories, nothing to provocative, but not quite sexy either. They're OK
gals, but they're kind of a schizoid bunch. When they're not training or
patrolling, they spend all their time studying both magic and science. They
spend most of the daylight hours with their noises buried in a science
books, but once the sun going down, it's all spells and stuff. What's weird
about them is that they don't even see the contraction. For them, science
and magic are basically the same thing. Pour this into that, do this then do
that, then say a few words and poof, instant whatever. The only difference
between magic and chemistry they say, is that in chemistry, you don't have
to recite any words.
The opposite of the Wiccies and the Watchgirls is the Fivers. They named
themselves the Fivers because Faith, their role model, use too say the
phrase "5 by 5" all the time. I asked Professor Fred what it meant and she
(yes she) told me that it is an old HAM Radio operator term that means a
good communication and reception, but when Faith uses it, she means that
everything is OK. They are the bad girls, the self-described tough chicks of
Slayer High. They're also the second biggest click in Slayer High. With more
than twenty members they are, as Dad would put it, 'a force to be reckoned
with.' Remember that old musical movie that you and Dad like so much about
hair gel. Well these girls would be that gang called the Greaser. Trade the
black leather jackets and blue jeans for faded black denim jackets and
leather pants and you've got these girls down to a tee. They blow off at
least half of their classes and training time and hang out in the alley
behind the school. They go there to smoke cigarettes and talk about how cool
think they are. Justine is the unofficial leader of the Fivers. Why is she
the leader you ask? Because before she became a Slayer, she once spent a
week in juvenile hall in her hometown for shoplifting from the mall. Major
accomplishment I know! But because Faith went to jail, they now think that
jail is super cool. They say that they don't follow anybody but that is a
total lie. They totally copy Faith. Lisa and Kate were natural blondes when
they came here, but after they joined the Fivers, they dyed their hair
black. They said it was too "help us hide better during patrols", but the
real reason was to look more like their hero. They even flirt with Principal
Wood like crazy because they heard from one of the Thousand Yarders that he
and Faith had a thing back in the Sunnydale days. Faith just ignores them.
She just acts like they don't exist. The thing is, when she does that, it
just makes her seem even cooler to them.
Lastly, there's the biggest click in the school. They don't really have a
group name, at least nothing that they call themselves. The Fivers call them
Copy Bees, the Wiccies call them Buff-a-Bees, and the Watchgirls and the
Thousand Yarders just think that they're pathetic. They are groupies. Buffy
groupies to be precise. They practically idolize her. Every other word out
of their mouths is 'Buffy this, Buffy that.'
"Willow said that Buffy once fought Frankenstein's monster (or something
just like it)." "I heard she killed not one, but two, giant snake
creatures!" "Xander told me that she fought a actual demon god, and won!"
Blah, blah, blah, and double blah. I may be exasperating a little bit here,
but it's still not that far from the truth. These chicks copy everything
about Buffy. Her clothes, her accessories, her fighting style, even the way
she talks. One time a bunch of them shadowed her when she went to the mall
just to see which stores she shops at. Some of them have even gone so far as
to try and get vampire boyfriends! They heard somewhere that she's had a
couple of boyfriends who were vamps, and now they want one too. As you can
guess, this leads to nothing but trouble. When Cheryl, one of newest girls
here, was on patrol with Rona, Justine, and me last week, we found a small
nest of six vamps hiding out in this old abandoned warehouse. We fought and
dusted five of 'em. I dusted one all by my lonesome; my first real in combat
kill. :) Anyway, just as Rona is about to turn teeth-boy number six into a
Hoover Vac cleaning problem, Cheryl shouts, "No!! Don't kill him!" "Why
not?" Rona asked. "He's got the cutest eyes!" Needless to say, Rona dusted
him anyway.
As for me Mom and Dad, Well, I fall somewhere in the middle of the pack
around here. I don't spend all of my free time studying, I don't know a word
of Eleusian, and I don't waste my time hang out in back alleys smoking. I
guess you could call me a Buff-a-Bee, but I really don't fit in too well
with thou girls either. As much as I may like Buffy, I just don't admirer
her the way they do. She has always been real nice to me, but its not like
were friends or anything. And, from what I've heard, she wasn't always this
nice to her fellow Slayers. I think it was Kennedy who told me that Buffy
was a real bitch back in Sunnydale, but now that she isn't the only one with
super powers, she's singing a different tune. I disagree with that. I think
Buffy is just a happier person now. But hey, if you had 38 girls squatting
in your 3-bedroom house with only one bathroom between all of you, you'd be
bitchy too.
Clicks aside, there is a real sisterhood here. Everyone looks out for each
here, especially during patrols. And as much as I may rag on these chicks, I
still love'em. Like it or not they are family. Extended family sure, but
family nonetheless. You know how it is with family Mom and Dad? You're never
really sure if you love them because you want to or because you have to.
Remember Uncle Sal, Dads goofy brother who drinks too much at every family
get-together? Remember last year when he got drunk and broke both of the
floor lamps in the living room? You and Dad didn't even think twice about it
when you invited him to Christmas dinner this year. It's kind of like that
here. They my borrow my best blouse without asking; or drop an axe on my
last good pair of jeans. They may drive me crazy, but I love them anyway. I
could tell you and Dad not worrying, but I know it won't do any good. You'll
just worry anyway. Things around here can be a little weird at times. But
hey! Now that I 'm a Slayer, weird is just part of the job.
With Lots of Love
Your Daughter Laura
--
Foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of small minds. To be great is to be
misunderstood.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Buffy and the Scythe Babies move to L.A. and set up
shop in Angels' old home.
Setting: Main lobby of the Hyperion Hotel.
Disclaimer: Laura is not a regular member of the Buffyverse. She is a
figment of my imagimation. However, everyone she talks
about is. So let firmly state that I do not own any of
these
characters; they are the sole property of Josh Whedon
and
Mutant Enemy Inc.
Archiving: If you want, sure. Feel free. Please tell me if you do.
Comments: Silence is NOT Golden. Be cruel, be kind. It's all good.
Just let me know what you think me.
Summary:
Laura, One of the Potentials/Scythe Babies writes a letter home. This story
is inspired by M. Scott Eiland 'Slayer Central' series. If you haven't read
it, shame on you. You're missing out on some great writing. You can fit
this story in anywhere after the 'What He Does' fic.
Authors Note:
I'm writing this part because I have to say two things up front. First is
an explanation of the terms Potentials and Scythe Babies. The topic of BtVS
final episode always starts a heated [but still friendly] debt between my
friends and me. The main sticking point is always the same. I don't
consider the girls who Willow super-powered in 7x22 to be real Slayers, so I
don't call them Slayers. A slayers get her power from the 'Spirit of the
First Slayer' {see Giles line at the end of 4x22 Restless about the source
of Slayer power}, not from the Scythe. But the story is written from the
prospective of a 15 year old girl who thinks of herself as a Slayer.
Let me also state that as much as I liked season 7, I did have one major
problem with it. I got really tired of the, for lack of a better term,
Charlie Brown Principal that seemed to dominate all of the characters
thinking. Parents and family are never mentioned, or even thought, about
throughout the whole season. And, we don't know anything about any of the
Potentials parents. When Chloe died, Buffy acted as if she was the only
person in the world who cared for/about her. Didn't Chloe have a mom, or a
dad, or at least people who cared about her before she got to Buffy's house?
And what about all the other girls who died? Where they all orphans too?
With the exception of Kennedy, whom we know just from a single conversion
with Willow, is rich, these girls could have all hatched from pods in Buffy'
s back yard. And, if you really think about it, Kennedy still might not
have any living parents. They could all be dead and she just inherited her
mansion with many wings. This story is meant to be somewhat of an answer to
that problem. With all that said, Happy Reading.
************************************************************************
Laura's Letter Home [1/1]
Dear Mom and Dad:
How are things in Humboldt? Life here at the new school is great. I'm
sitting inside the main lobby listening to the patter of the raindrops on
the windows. Now that Buffy and Mr. Giles have decided to turn this place
into a full-fledged school, things here are pretty busy. To the rest of the
world, the newly established Hyperion Academy for Exceptional Young Women is
an all-girls boarding school in the middle of Los Angles, but to thou of us
who live here, it goes by a different name; Slayer High.
I still don't know why we have to learn stuff like Geometry; it's not like
you can kill a vamp with it. "Back off you evil fiend! Or I'll spear you
with my protractor!" I know! I know! As I was writing the words down I could
hear you and Dad saying, "Education is the foundation of success. A young
girl needs a good education if she wants to be successful at anything in
life". But between classes, training, and patrols, it seems like I never
have any free time. Today is different. It'd been raining here in L.A. all
morning, which is a little weird because I always thought that it didn't
rain in California. Anyway, classes and fighting drills are done for the
day. There are no patrols scheduled tonight on account of the storm, so I'll
finally have some time to tell you everything about this place.
This place is way cool! It's mondo huge! The Hyperion Hotel has over 100
rooms, a giant library, a huge cafeteria, two lounges, a brand new training
and workout area, and a fully stocked weapons lab. There's even a pool and a
spa! Way Cool!! This guy named Angel set us up with a full cleaning and
maintenance staff, so we don't have to do anything but patrol and study. He
even sprang for a huge computer lab and over 100 laptops for us to study
with. How - Wild - Is - That?!! Professor Pryce said something about
charging it all to some Wolf-Man-with-a-Heart guy. This place feels more
like a vacation spot then a Slayer school. The student lounge is especially
cool. It's got a great ambiance to it and these real soft hip-hugging
leather chairs that rotate. I don't know what's in the other lounge cause I'
ve never been in there. They keep the alcohol in that one so it's adults
only, no minors allowed. :( Professor Pryce also told us the story of this
place. The hotel was completely renovated recently. He said a demon
god-thing named Jasmine once lived here. She made everyone who meet her fall
instantly in love with her, and that all of her followers stayed in the
hotel so they could be close to her. Because everyone was all brainwashed
and stuff, they donated all their time, energy, and money into fixing the
place up so it would look nice for her. When they learned the truth, that
she was a demon-thing and snapped out of it, they just abandoned the place
and when home. Sucks for them, but great new school for us! As great as this
place is, it's still a school, and just like high school back home, the
girls here have started running in packs. Five different 'clicks' have
formed, each one based around a single person.
The first click is the Watchgirls. They are the smallest group. There're
only about seven or eight of them. These girls are seriously into science
and demonology. They spend all day working in the library with Mr. Giles
translating and studying ancient text. All of them can be described in one
word, geeks. I know what you're gonna say Mom, "They can't be geek. They're
all super strong with enhanced reflexes." Well, just because a person has
super strength doesn't mean they can't be a geek. Geek Check Rule Number
One: if you think reading ancient Sumerian is fun; you are a geek. They
always dress like they just came from a board meeting at IBM. Business style
suits with a blue or black blazer and small-rimmed glasses are the norm. It'
s sort of a combination uniform and fashion statement rolled into one. They
may not wear pocket protectors, but you know what they say; you can take the
pocket protector away from the geek, but you can't take the geek out of the
pocket protector. Or something like that. Some of the seniors say that Mr.
Giles and Professor Pryce are grooming them to be future watchers.
Next up are the seniors, or the Thousand Yarders. These are the girls who
fought in and, actually lived through, the big Hellmouth battle. These girls
have seen more combat then a battle-hardened Vietnam soldiers has. They are
the ones that Buffy always puts in charge of leading the patrols. All of the
seniors hang together. They don't dress or act in any one particular way,
but all of them do have one thing in common, their eyes. Whenever I look at
them I see something strange in their eyes. Something kind of? Well, dark is
the only word I can think of to describe it. They have this look like they'
ve seen something no one else has seen. Like they know something we don't.
There's this one girl named Vi. Before you ask, I have no idea what it
means. I thought it was short for Vicki, or Veronica, or something like
that, but Buffy told me that it's not short for anything. My friend Ashley
thinks that English people just like giving their kids really goofy names.
Anyway, I made the mistake once of asking her about it during patrol one
night. She got this I-Am-So-Gonna-Kick-Your-Ass look on her face. She's been
kind of peeved at me every since. I still don't know if she's mad at me
because she felt insulted by my asking or if she was mad because I was
talking during a patrol. These gals take patrol very seriously. Kennedy is
the only senior Slayer who doesn't hang out with the rest of them. She
spends almost all of her free time with Willow. Rona once told me that
Willow and Kennedy have a Sapphic relationship, what is that? Is it some
kind of opera music or something?
Willow brings me to the next click, The Wiccies. Although they call
themselves the Coven of Roses, everyone else calls them Wiccies. The Roses
part of their name is from Willows last name; Rosenberg. She is the High
Priestess of their coven. She's also and the Science, Computer, and
Chemistry teacher here at Slayer High. Technically, the Wiccies are geeks
too, but no one is willing to say it to their faces. They don't dress like
you would think. You know the stereotype, long black dresses and Goth
makeup. Actually, they dress pretty normal. They mostly wear jeans and
T-shirts or sundresses and sandals depending on the weather with minimal
accessories, nothing to provocative, but not quite sexy either. They're OK
gals, but they're kind of a schizoid bunch. When they're not training or
patrolling, they spend all their time studying both magic and science. They
spend most of the daylight hours with their noises buried in a science
books, but once the sun going down, it's all spells and stuff. What's weird
about them is that they don't even see the contraction. For them, science
and magic are basically the same thing. Pour this into that, do this then do
that, then say a few words and poof, instant whatever. The only difference
between magic and chemistry they say, is that in chemistry, you don't have
to recite any words.
The opposite of the Wiccies and the Watchgirls is the Fivers. They named
themselves the Fivers because Faith, their role model, use too say the
phrase "5 by 5" all the time. I asked Professor Fred what it meant and she
(yes she) told me that it is an old HAM Radio operator term that means a
good communication and reception, but when Faith uses it, she means that
everything is OK. They are the bad girls, the self-described tough chicks of
Slayer High. They're also the second biggest click in Slayer High. With more
than twenty members they are, as Dad would put it, 'a force to be reckoned
with.' Remember that old musical movie that you and Dad like so much about
hair gel. Well these girls would be that gang called the Greaser. Trade the
black leather jackets and blue jeans for faded black denim jackets and
leather pants and you've got these girls down to a tee. They blow off at
least half of their classes and training time and hang out in the alley
behind the school. They go there to smoke cigarettes and talk about how cool
think they are. Justine is the unofficial leader of the Fivers. Why is she
the leader you ask? Because before she became a Slayer, she once spent a
week in juvenile hall in her hometown for shoplifting from the mall. Major
accomplishment I know! But because Faith went to jail, they now think that
jail is super cool. They say that they don't follow anybody but that is a
total lie. They totally copy Faith. Lisa and Kate were natural blondes when
they came here, but after they joined the Fivers, they dyed their hair
black. They said it was too "help us hide better during patrols", but the
real reason was to look more like their hero. They even flirt with Principal
Wood like crazy because they heard from one of the Thousand Yarders that he
and Faith had a thing back in the Sunnydale days. Faith just ignores them.
She just acts like they don't exist. The thing is, when she does that, it
just makes her seem even cooler to them.
Lastly, there's the biggest click in the school. They don't really have a
group name, at least nothing that they call themselves. The Fivers call them
Copy Bees, the Wiccies call them Buff-a-Bees, and the Watchgirls and the
Thousand Yarders just think that they're pathetic. They are groupies. Buffy
groupies to be precise. They practically idolize her. Every other word out
of their mouths is 'Buffy this, Buffy that.'
"Willow said that Buffy once fought Frankenstein's monster (or something
just like it)." "I heard she killed not one, but two, giant snake
creatures!" "Xander told me that she fought a actual demon god, and won!"
Blah, blah, blah, and double blah. I may be exasperating a little bit here,
but it's still not that far from the truth. These chicks copy everything
about Buffy. Her clothes, her accessories, her fighting style, even the way
she talks. One time a bunch of them shadowed her when she went to the mall
just to see which stores she shops at. Some of them have even gone so far as
to try and get vampire boyfriends! They heard somewhere that she's had a
couple of boyfriends who were vamps, and now they want one too. As you can
guess, this leads to nothing but trouble. When Cheryl, one of newest girls
here, was on patrol with Rona, Justine, and me last week, we found a small
nest of six vamps hiding out in this old abandoned warehouse. We fought and
dusted five of 'em. I dusted one all by my lonesome; my first real in combat
kill. :) Anyway, just as Rona is about to turn teeth-boy number six into a
Hoover Vac cleaning problem, Cheryl shouts, "No!! Don't kill him!" "Why
not?" Rona asked. "He's got the cutest eyes!" Needless to say, Rona dusted
him anyway.
As for me Mom and Dad, Well, I fall somewhere in the middle of the pack
around here. I don't spend all of my free time studying, I don't know a word
of Eleusian, and I don't waste my time hang out in back alleys smoking. I
guess you could call me a Buff-a-Bee, but I really don't fit in too well
with thou girls either. As much as I may like Buffy, I just don't admirer
her the way they do. She has always been real nice to me, but its not like
were friends or anything. And, from what I've heard, she wasn't always this
nice to her fellow Slayers. I think it was Kennedy who told me that Buffy
was a real bitch back in Sunnydale, but now that she isn't the only one with
super powers, she's singing a different tune. I disagree with that. I think
Buffy is just a happier person now. But hey, if you had 38 girls squatting
in your 3-bedroom house with only one bathroom between all of you, you'd be
bitchy too.
Clicks aside, there is a real sisterhood here. Everyone looks out for each
here, especially during patrols. And as much as I may rag on these chicks, I
still love'em. Like it or not they are family. Extended family sure, but
family nonetheless. You know how it is with family Mom and Dad? You're never
really sure if you love them because you want to or because you have to.
Remember Uncle Sal, Dads goofy brother who drinks too much at every family
get-together? Remember last year when he got drunk and broke both of the
floor lamps in the living room? You and Dad didn't even think twice about it
when you invited him to Christmas dinner this year. It's kind of like that
here. They my borrow my best blouse without asking; or drop an axe on my
last good pair of jeans. They may drive me crazy, but I love them anyway. I
could tell you and Dad not worrying, but I know it won't do any good. You'll
just worry anyway. Things around here can be a little weird at times. But
hey! Now that I 'm a Slayer, weird is just part of the job.
With Lots of Love
Your Daughter Laura
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Foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of small minds. To be great is to be
misunderstood.
Ralph Waldo Emerson