Not My Fault!
Everyone has bad days. It’s just that the younger you are, the worse the day feels to you. This is why lots of teenagers are so moody. Well, maybe that’s part of it, and dang it, I’m starting to sound like some kind of psychologist. What I’m trying to get at is that teenagers obsess about trivial things, and they’re especially good at insisting their own innocence. And Dawn Summers, a two-year-old in reality, millennia old in spirit, and sixteen years old in body, is no exception to this at all. Being the Key is bad enough, but when the monks made her body, why did they have to make her a teenager? Couldn’t she just have been made a good, solid citizen who had a job as a salesman or something? Never mind. Welcome to just another day in the life of Dawn Summers, girlie-girl and self-proclaimed warped girl extraordinaire.
It was not my fault, one half of my brain kept insisting. You keep saying that, the other half responded. Well, it’s true! Look, I was minding my own business, walking through Sunnydale, when that vampire just attacked me! OK, so maybe I wasn’t exactly minding my own business, and maybe I really shouldn’t have been walking the streets after sun-down, but it still was not my fault! Right, my other side responded wearily, having heard this several times, and maybe vampires have no teeth and drink grape juice for breakfast!
It wasn’t my fault, I was still harping on the flight to New York. I sat across the aisle from Buffy and Spike, still mad at them both for dragging me all the way across the country for this. I sat slumped in the seat, arms crossed, my face in a pout. My arms weren’t crossed just to add to the disgruntled look, I also didn’t want for some accidental hand motion to kill the punk sitting in the seat in front of me. Or Giles in the seat next to me by the window, although I almost felt like he deserved it after suggesting this trip in the first place.
It was 2 am, since night flights were the only kind that Spike can safely travel, and I was not even close to getting any sleep. Both my arms were asleep, having been in the same position since I had gotten on the plane. Carefully, I tried to shift them with extreme care, but all I got were pinpricks. Spike looked at me from across the aisle and grinned, both arms wrapped around my sleeping sister. I almost grinned back, but it was two o’clock in the morning and I was not yet ready to forgive him for agreeing to haul me off to this school for the ‘gifted’, so I only scowled. He only gave me his patented injured puppy look.
I settled back with a fresh scowl and closed my eyes. A couple hours later, Giles shook me gently and I slowly woke up. Half an hour later, Buffy, Spike, Giles and I were in the rental car headed towards a hotel. Giles escorted me to our rooms while Spike and Buffy manhandled our bags up just before the sun rose in the sky.
A/N: I am sooo sorry that it took so long for me to update, AND that this chapter is so short, but my family moved into a new house over the holidays, so this is the first opportunity I've had to get to a computer. I have more written, but i have to go get ready for school. Thanks to all reviewers, and again, sorry for shortness of chapters!