Hello Kittens!
Chris and I have banded together, that's right!
*Movie announcer voice* From the creators of stories like: When Worlds Collide, The Last Second Chance, Child Of Passion, Afterburn, Queen Of Theives, The Sarah Chronicals, As The Piper Plays, and Lion King Rip Off '04, comes...
ANOTHER FIC WE CAN'T, FOR THE LIFE OF US, THINK OF A NAME FOR!
Based on Faith Erin Hicks' Demonology 101 (http://www.faith.rydia.net): a comic about high school and other forces of evil It's a story of teen angst, high school, witches, government corporations, evil families backed by the Powers that Be, and other things of that nature, plus, in our version, lesbian lovin' :p
We haven't gotten permission from Faith, we've tried, but she (for some strange reason) hasn't answered us back...
But we're not making money so it's all good.
If you're already a fan of the comic, I should inform you that, upon the watermelon calling in sick, and staying with the theme of fruit, the part of the exploding watermelon will be played by THE EXPLODING ORANGE. Just because Chris hates them.
Disclaimer: Still with the not owning of the characters, or the story line, and some of the dialogue too. We pretty much jacked the whole thing
Feedback: OF COURSE, just don't call me a whore... *Glares at Rose.
Distribution: Urm...email first, we might say no, but *shrug* I doubt it.
NOTE: All fics will be continued, blah blah blah.
WAY OF POSTAGE: I have to talk to chris, but for now, it'll be done by chapter, however, when all of chapters in episode one are done, we'll have an issue. Episode one is quite short, I don't know if he wants to do all the episodes in one tread or a new one each episode.
Voting: Yes that's right, you get to vote on a name, we could be compleatly unorigianal and go with Witchcraft 101 or we could have fun. So throw out some ideas, banter with each other, and feel free to become clompleatly obsessed.
CHAPTER ONE: Stay in the Now.
“Good morning, Tara!”
The groggy girl hobbled into the kitchen, her bare feet slapping on the tile floor.
She stepped on one of the legs of her baggy pajama pants, causing her to slip into a not-so-graceful split.
“Ow, ow, ow, ow.”
“Do be careful, Dear.”
The Englishman didn’t turn from the stove where he flipped an omelet-like dish.
Tara clutched the counter beside her guardian and, pulling herself to her feet, she plopped her elbows on the surface and rested her chin in her hands.
She looked at the meal he was preparing.
“Giles, what on earth are you doing?”
“Making breakfast!” The aging man straightened his glasses on his nose.
He waved his hand over his ingredients: eggs, peanut butter, and syrup, an assortment of vegetables, tuna, and cottage cheese.
The blonde wrinkled her nose.
“Well, you need a good breakfast, first day of school and all.”
Tara sighed.
“You’re nervous?”
Tara’s head shot up. “Giles! No, I’m sixteen; I can handle a few classes.”
Giles raised his eyebrows and nodded.
“Okay, I’m terrified.”
“Oh, no worries, Tara. High school is rough and it’s your first day, I’d be frightened too. Just remember, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
“You’re being a big help. And besides, I do want to, isn’t it about time I joined the human race?” The blonde rolled her eyes and smiled slightly.
Giles dumped the monster breakfast in front of her.
“Eat up!” He looked quite proud of himself.
Tara pushed the plate away. “Or not.”
“Tara, please, humor me.”
“I’ll eat it.”
“Thank you…”
“But you’ll have to catch me first!”
The blonde dashed out of the room, much to the Englishman’s protests. She grabbed her bag and ran out the door.
Halfway down the driveway from their middle-class remodeled suburban home, she slowed to a walk.
She knew full well Giles wouldn’t give chase.
Tara could imagine his stuffy British voice in her head, what he must’ve be saying right then. ‘Oh posh,’ as he cleans his glasses ‘children these days, I swear, the world is surely doomed.’
“Xander come on, it’s the first day of school, and we’re going to be late!”
A female voice snapped the blonde from her reverie.
“I’m coming; I’m coming, hold your cheese sticks.”
A young man with baggy pants and a tight army green t-shirt, jogged from a nearby porch.
Following him with her eyes, Tara saw his target, a freckle-faced redhead with a slight frame.
They walked ahead of Tara, talking about last year, they were going to be sophomores, Tara concluded, like she.
“What do you figure’s up with her?” The brunette looked slyly over his shoulder, whispering as if Tara wasn’t six feet behind them and able to hear every word.
“She’s probably new; can’t you just smell the fear?”
The two smirked and continued on.
As they approached the school, Tara gagged at the sight of it; the huge building towered over her like a monster waiting to devour her.
She walked past the two, who sat down at a table in the outdoor garden area.
Once in the building, she clutched her schedule in her sweaty palm, tentatively looking for her first class.
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Tara’s two neighbors walked down the halls.
“Xander, have I ever told you how much I appreciate your company?” The redhead leaned up against the boy.
“Often, and usually when we’re in some dire situation and you need my help…”
“That’s what I love about you…”
A large eruption rippled through the school, causing everyone to jump several feet in the air…everyone that is, except for Willow, the redhead, who appeared to be perfectly calm, a cheesy grin plastered on her face.
“WHAT THE-!” Xander jumped, twitchy.
Willow wrapped her arms around him as they walked on.
“…Your remarkable and unshakable loyalty.”
“Oh god, Willow, what did you do?”
“Oh it’s the first day of school; something’s bound to spontaneously combust.”
BRINGGGGG…The bell rings for class. Willow dashes off in the wrong direction.
“We’re late!”
Xander grasps her arm and repositions her down the correct hall, a certain blonde just happening to be in the middle of it. He lets her go and she dashes forward, running into Tara.
“Move it newbie, no time.”
An adult dressed in a purple, sparkly, business suit stopped the duo as they passed Tara on the way down the hall.
“Mr. Harris…Ms. Rosenberg.” Ethan Rayne glared at the two. “Oh how I’ve missed you over the summer… You’re late, again. But as usual, that seems to be the least of your sins. I’m more interested in why, when I entered the building this morning, I found a particularly energetic orange on my desk.”
Xander’s eyes popped out and he hissed at Willow, “The orange thing, that was just a joke, I wasn’t suggesting you do it!”
“Heh, fancy that…” Willow murmured guiltily.
“Indeed, the interesting thing about this orange, Ms. Rosenberg, is that it suddenly…exploded… I would have expected this from Mr. Harris, but the pyrotechnics this orange produced, the bumbling idiot couldn’t have done it. This…prank!... Ms. Rosenberg, has your fingerprints all over it…”
“S-she couldn’t have done it! We were, uhm…” Xander scrambled, grabbing Tara, “we were showing the newbie around.”
The two gave a cheesy grin.
Rayne looked at Tara. “Is this true…?”
“Uh…” Tara looked at Willow, who had a sad look on her face, “yeah.” She smiled goofily.
“What’s your name, child.”
“T-Tara, I just moved here…”
“Tara? You’re name is Tara?”
“Uhm, yes.”
“And you’re sixteen?”
“Y-yes…”
“Get to class, Alexander and Willow will be glad to show you, I’m sure.”
Tara stuck close to the two teens.
“And Willow!”
This made the redhead jump.
“Watch yourself, I’m watching you.”
The trio jogged off, eager to avoid speaking to the principal any longer.
Ethan turned, glancing out a window at the few remaining late arrivals.
“Sixteen…” He spoke to himself out loud. “She’s all grown up.”
He looked over his shoulder to see the trio walking and talking, smiling happily.
He could hear Tara’s comment, “Don’t teachers usually get apples?”
“I hope his is a sign of things to come. Lord knows, we’ve had enough bloodshed.”
-Rei
Since I do not know the background, is Tara and Ethan somehow connected? Or should we not know this yet? I think I need to track this story down. 
) we might go on past that.
-Cameron
wonderful...YAY!! i wish this version was illustrated i wanna see willow kick the kid... but i guess my imagination will have to do...
Yes. I did my research.
.... OK must think of something else.. Ooo Willow & Tara.. shit thats even worst... 
Thanks Rei. 
I should be punished.
