I’m the shy, smart girl who the cool kids tease unless they need her to help them with their homework.
I’m the best friend who’d do anything for her friends.
I’m the girl who is friends with a guy that she loves but he doesn’t even realize that she’s a girl.
Or at least I was until Buffy Summers came to town.
Overnight I started to transform because I learned the truth about Sunnydale. It turns out that my hometown wasn’t really the type of place that’s a great place to live, work and play. It turned out that Sunnydale had a dirty little secret and that Buffy was a Slayer, the one girl in the entire world chosen to protect the world from the monsters that really were under your bed.
If it wasn’t for Buffy, I probably would have been died long before now. Or if not dead, I’d be a vampire (apparently a skanky vampire with a fetish for leather and who was barely articulate.)
If it weren’t for Buffy, I would never have learned that magic was real. I’d never have cast my first spell, nor would I have started down a path that has been both bittersweet and treacherous for me.
That path has included me becoming an addict, as well as someone who’d destroy the world in her grief. I now have a huge burden and responsibility on my shoulders because of the magic I absorbed in my insane attempt at mass destruction.
It might sound as if I am blaming Buffy for what happened to me, but I want to make it clear that I am not. She’s my best friend, but she’s also the flashpoint in my life. If not for Buffy, there’s a good chance that if I didn’t die or become a vampire, I’d probably be living in Sunnydale married to Xander and in complete ignorance to what the real world was.