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-- she sat at the computer in the oddly decorated room, confused and scared. She scooted closer to the computer and fingered for the mouse, looking at the notebook beside her. It was a username and password. Just like the journal she had a home . . . but it was different. She quickly went to the login page and put in ``b_summers``; password ``******``. She waited impatiently as the site loaded and was actually surprised when she saw a journal that . . . was supposedly hers . . . pop up. She sat there for a moment in confusion before letting out an exasperated sigh and let her fingers linger at the keys, trying to either explain or . . . get some explanation for what in the hell has happened to her and where the hell she happened to be. --
I woke up early this morning for school like I normally do, y'know I try to at least try to go to school. Even if Snyder has it in for me and I'm not exactly the world's best student. But I try, that's what matters . . . right? -- she blew a few pieces of the unfamiliar hair out of her face as she stared at the computer screen in front of her with her mouth agape somewhat. -- Anyway. So, I go to get up and I'm in a strange room. Even stranger, I'm in bed with SPIKE of all people. An evil disgusting VAMPIRE, I mean not that . . . I don't . . . Angel's different. He's not evil. Sure he was once . . . but he's a good guy now. And I love him. Spike however, I wouldn't mind turning him into a pile of ashes and fitting him into an ashtray in no time.
After dealing with the case of wiggins I got from waking up like that with the thing that I was in the bed with, I went downstairs . . . sorta thinking that it was just a dream. I should have noticed that not only was this house extremely different but there were people I don't know in it. This girl, with dark hair . . she had her tongue pierced, she was talking about Willow. About something like how she wishes she'd talk to her and she missed her. Something about loving her. Then she noticed me and was all `Hey, Buffy`. Now I've got another case of the wiggins. I mean . . . this girl is talking about loving my best friend. Who is not gay, I mean hello Oz? And then she knows me. While I have no clue who in the hell she is. I just smile and nod and go looking around more. I see Xand, he looks well . . . he looks older. And has an eye patch on. He also is drinking beer, yes at 6:00 in the morning. Also kinda weird since . . . we're only 18. He doesn't notice me, so I move on and see Will. She looks also, older. Way different and she's talking about this girl. She called her Kennedy. I think this was the same girl that said `Hey` to me. I got out of that room kind of quick. I mean, I woke up in bed with my mortal enemy and see that my friends have been put under this spell to age them, Xander is missing an eye and drinking, and Will is going on about being a lesbian or something.
I head to find the paper. I thought this had to be some kind of dream . . . a weird, crazy wacky dream. I mean me and SPIKE?! Xander . . . with no EYE? And Will dating GIRLS? -- she blinked several times. she loved her friends she did, but there was no way this was her life. It couldn't be . . . could it? -- So, I pick up the paper and look at the date. It says August 11, 2003. Which had to be a mistake. It's supposed to be March 11, 1999. There was no way I was in the future. It was just a bad . . . bad . . . bad dream. And of course it was, especially when I saw Angel getting snuggly with Cordelia. Angel. MY Angel. With CORDELIA!
After seeing that, I ran. I ran outside. I ran as far as I could dressed the way I was. Which was in my pajamas. Or . . . someone's pajamas. That weren't mine. They were funny looking. I had to get away. Get out of there. It had to be a dream. This wasn't the world. I was asleep. At home in my bed. My mom was about to come wake me for school. School where I can see the real Xand and Will and then later I get snuggly with Angel. Well . . . not too snuggly. Don't want him to lose his soul.
I was wrong. So here I am. Buffy Anne Summers. Age 18. Stuck in my -- she looks down a bit at herself and then looks into the mirror. she had changed so much. her hair wasn't as blonde as it was before, her face had changed too. She looked so much older. She looked over herself a little more, and thought of the date. -- 22 year old body.
[ if you couldn't tell this is a past!buffy post :-* ]
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