Different Doesn't Mean Bad
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Summary: Snippets of Aimee Sanders, the youngest slayer, being raised the scooby way.
NOTE THAT ALL THE CHAPTERS IN THIS STORY WON'T BE IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER!
Thanks Oxnate for helping catch my mistakes and for betaing this chapter. :D
Being different. Something other than normal.
Even at a young age, we are wary of differences. When Aimee was put into a Watcher Council approved daycare (with a guard of course), she immediately knew she was different. She couldn't help but notice it.
Where the other kids enjoyed toys, Aimee stuck to books. Where the other kids enjoyed basketball, Aimee enjoyed running and praticing her meditation. But the biggest difference of all came when Aimee stood up to a daycare bully for another little girl whose pigtails he was pulling. She stood up to him and she sent him flying through
the wooden bench the teachers had been sitting on.Freak.
The kids called her that. Even the one she stood up for called her that.
Aimee swung her feet back and forth waiting for her mother to get done talking to the principal. Nervously she chewed on her bottom lip, glancing out of the corner of her eye at the receptionist and a teacher who were gossiping about what she did.
"Did you see..."
"I know! How did she..."
Before they could say anymore, Faith came out of the principal's office her expression pinched. Aimee's heart crumbled and fell. She made mommy mad.
She looked down, blinking back her tears stubbornly as her mother held out her hand. Shakily, Aimee reached out and grabbed it letting her mommy lead her out of the school and to the car. As soon as Faith buckled her into the carseat, tears rolled down her face.
The Dark Slayer blinked, and then frowned. "What's the matter, Baby Blue?"
"I'm...sorry...didn't mean to make you mad," Aimee hiccuped. "Please, don't...send me away..."
Faith's brown eyes widened. "Why would you think that?"
"Kennedy said...that if I was bad...you won't want me anymore..." Aimee's eyes welled up with more tears.I'm going to kill her and not even Red can stop me,
Faith thought angrily.
"Listen," Faith gently grabbed the girl's arm. "I am not mad. Not at you. Your principal is another story." Faith looked down at Aimee earnestly. "I'm proud of you, Baby Blue. You stood up for someone who couldn't do it themself. That was a good thing to do even if you did get a bit carried away...Next time don't go overboard...or don't get caught."
The Dark Slayer had a feeling that Giles would scold her for giving the kid that last bit of advice.
Aimee let out a watery laugh that made Faith smile. "I'm never going to send you away," Faith told her. "You're stuck with me kid."
So Aimee was different. So was her mommy. So was her family.
Different doesn't mean something bad.
Different can be good too.
"Let's go get some ice cream," Faith looked back at her daughter while pulling out of the parking lot. "What do you say?"
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