A/N: So my sister is in love with Buffy the Vampire slayer. I like the episode where it's a musical. Thus… this story was born. I know it's really dumb. But, what can I say? I'm a nerd. Btw, why is no one reviewing? I mean, I'm posting stories left and right, yet I have no reviews! REVIEW ME GUYS! I want to hear your input, even if its just "this sucks, give up." Although, I hope it isn't, that'd be awkward.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the song lyrics that are in italics, and I don't own httyd. Wanna hear me rant about how much I hate disclaimers? See my profile.

I am Writing an essay about what I'm doing over winter break, for school… how dumb. That teacher gave us that crap about wanting to get to know about us. First, I have to introduce myself…

I am Patrice Stewart, I am seventeen years old, and…

Hey soul sister, ain't that Mr. Mister on the radio, stereo, the way you move ain't fair, you know!
Hey soul sister, I don't want to miss a single thing you do...tonight
Hey, hey ,hey

"Sarah, Shut up!" I yelled across the hall, "If I have to hear one more friggin' word, I swear!"

It was bad enough that I have to deal with my little (by 4 years) sister's many obsessions over break, AND write an essay, but I also have to listen to her belt out popular pop songs shamelessly at the top of her lungs. It isn't that she has a bad voice… in fact, that's the problem. I mean DAMN that girl can sing! And I… can't. So, yeah, I'm jealous! Wouldn't you be?

She opened her bedroom door and smiled at me.

"Hi, Patrice, Buffy tonight?" she asked.

And here I am complaining about HER obsessions. Yes, I'm a Buffy the Vampire Slayer freak, but I'm not half as bad as her. She's obsessed with How to Tame your Drakon… or something like that. Whatever, its about this guy with a weird name who like… befriends a giant salamander, or something.

Anyways, every night we watch an episode of Buffy, and in return, at the end of the week, I'll watch How to Recover after Shrek 3 with her.

"Sure, why not?" I said, going to close my door, but stopped half-way and opened it again.

"No more singing!" I snapped, before slamming my door.

Lets see here…

I am Patrice Stewart, I am seventeen years old, and I hate my little sister.

There we go an introduction. I think that's enough writing for one sitting.

I stretch and stand up, and head out of my room, leaving the computer to wallow in its loneliness.

"Just take your sister to the bookstore or something... I don't know, figure something out!" my mom said, before leaving for a yoga class. She slammed the front door and I heard the van start.

I groaned. "do something", "sibling bonding time," it was all the same. All these were a parent's feeble attempt to get us to stop "tolerating" and feel the love.

I walked into Sarah's room without knocking.

"Bookstore. Get in the car."

"Do I have to?"

"Yes."

The ride in the car was generally silent, and today was no exception. We arrived at the bookstore on 5th street, and I browsed the Manga section while Sarah was off doing who-knows-what.

Read it, Read it, Read it ets… I decided it was time to go.

When I finally found my sister, she was listening to a strange man talk about a book that he held in his hand. There was only one copy.

"It's magical," he was saying, "Spells and such." His voice was hoarse, and his eyes seemed to hold unlimited secrets, and even I was interested. He handed my sister the book with a smile. "Free of charge."

I grimaced at the ancient book and looked up to argue, but the man was nowhere in the vicinity. In fact, I couldn't see him anywhere.

A free book, Whoop-de-doo.

We sat across from each other on the floor of our living room. there were two DVD'S in front of us, How to Sell out, and Buffy season six. The book was going to tell us which to watch that night. Sarah held the book in her lap. I knew this wouldn't work, but I wanted to humor her. OK, and I wanted to see the look on her face when she discovered magic wasn't real.

"Alright, Patrice, think Buffy, and I'll think How to Train your Dragon, and the book will tell us!"

"You're such a geek."

"Shut up!"

I rolled my eyes.

"Can we get this over with so we can just watch Buffy?"

She glared at me and started chanting.

"Πάρτε μας πίσω, να προσθέσετε ένα τραγούδι,"

That certainly didn't sound like English.

"μαύρο σαν τη νύχτα, ισχυρή όσο ο τυφώνας"

Ok, now I'm scared. Where did she learn to speak jibberish?

"Μόνο όταν μάθουμε θα σας επιστρέφουμε"

A shimmering ball of light appeared above the DVD's. I heard a scream that was probably mine, and everything went black.