Okay, Buffy left on a Thursday. This is the following Friday.

     Buffy leaned dully against the bus window, staring at the scenery flashing by. Tree…fence…tree…car…

     Then she noticed that the trees were thinning out. A few minutes later, the driver drawled out "Sunnydale in 5 minutes." 5 minutes. 5 minutes till I start a new life, and Buffy Anne Summers will be all alone. She sighed deeply before stretching. No need to stumble on her way out.

     The 5 minutes passed quickly. Buffy picked up her one backpack off the sticky bus floor and got out. The bus took off in puff of gas and smoke. Buffy stared after it without really seeing it. Then she looked down at the slip of paper in her hand, which contained Jenny Calendar's address. She sighed and shifted her backpack as she began walking.

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     Her feet hurt. Her shoes had been old to start with, and now they were just completely worn out. Ole Hank had never been one too spend money on things for his wife and daughter. Buffy looked at the address on the mailbox beside her. Just a few more houses, and she would be at Jenny's. She plodded on.

     It was 9:00 in the morning when she arrived at 407 Jamiston Avenue. She had to squint to see the address, and rubbed her eyes. Her backpack was digging into her shoulders and her shirt was sticking to her back. Her makeup was fading where she had put it on to cover up her bruises. Though it was uncomfortable, she wasn't getting beaten. Probably unlike Mom. She stifled a sob. To keep any other bad thoughts out of her mind, she marched up the driveway, turned onto the sidewalk, and rang the doorbell.

     A thin woman with short, sleek black hair answered it. She was wearing blue jeans, a ruffled green shirt, and tennis shoes. Her dark eyes were bright as she addressed Buffy. "Yes?"

     Buffy liked her at once, but knew not to trust her right of the bat. " Hello. I'm Buffy Summers."

     The woman smiled. "Summers? Are you Joyce's daughter?" Buffy nodded. "Please do come in." She stood aside and gave Buffy access to the house.

     Buffy liked the house immediately as well. It was warm and cozy, unlike her old-no- Hank's house, which was pristine and fashionable, with too much white and antiquities.

     The woman smiled at her. "I'm Jenny Calendar. What brings you here?"

     Buffy thought fast. "Um, Mom wanted me to have better education."

     Jenny looked at her. For a moment Buffy didn't think that she would believe her, but then Jenny nodded. "Oh. Well, Sunnydale High is much better than all those L.A. schools, 'specially because I teach there." Buffy let out a small laugh. Jenny started for the phone. " We should call your parents, let them know you arrived safely."

     "No!" Buffy practically dove in front of her. Jenny looked at her, surprised. " I mean, they aren't home."

     "Oh. That makes sense. I can call them later."

     "Uh, that won't work. Dad went on a business trip and Mom went with him." Jenny stared at her for a long moment, then nodded slowly.

     "Ok. Then let's go show you your room. I have an extra room, that's your's. Tomorrow we'll get you some clothes and school supplies. It starts back up on Monday." She started upstairs, Buffy following. Maybe this won't be so bad after all.

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I need help to decide Angel's personality. Should he be the cocky, bad-assed Angelus we all know and love/hate? Or should he be the sensitive Angel we all know and love/hate? I love them both! HELP!