what to wear on your first day
Buffy rummages through the shoes in her closet, tossing out each one
in turn. Stacked heels? She grimaces. So 1994.
She pulls out a platform sandal, slips it on and looks in the mirror.
Stylish, in spite of the Spice Girl associations. Not too useful in
a fight, though.
But that was the old Buffy. This Buffy is retired.
“Buffy!” Joyce yells. “You’re going to be late!”
She pouts, throws the sandal in the closet and pulls on her leather
boots. It’s a new school, she tells herself. You never know when
you might need to kick a little ass.
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