( For a long moment, the younger Summers didn't move, just staying with her face smashed against the pillow while she thought it over. Finally, she shifted, turning her head just a little so her sister could hear her this time. )
...At lunch I was walking by a whole bunch of other kids and I tripped over someone's backpack, and my tray went flying. All over the richest and most popular kids in school...and the cutest boy in the senior class. I ran, so.... ( Dawn looked up at Buffy, a pleading edge in her eyes. ) I have to change schools. Better yet, let's move. Back to L.A. Far away from Sunnydale High.