I slowly walked into the gym double doors awaiting the joyful looks of my best friend's faces. I had vowed to myself that I wouldn't have their prom ruined as mine had already been. I quickly caught myself, "This isn't the time. You have to just let yourself be happy." This is what I had to keep telling myself. This is my prom. It's supposed to be a fun-filled night and I'll make sure it stays that way. I quickly saw Willow and Oz. So lucky and in love. I just couldn't be happy though. It was impossible; he ruined it. Not just prom of course. He ruined my fantasies that despite the vampire\slayer relationship we would make it through anything. He made me face reality. I knew he was right though. As much as I hated thinking it, and I did HATE thinking it, It was true. In my pitiful state I walked over to the punch bowl and just played with the ladle. Everybody was having such a great time. I saved prom. All that honestly mattered is that I knew, right?
"Is Buffy Summers here?" Did they just call my name? I turned around greeted with the image of a nervous Jonathon.
"This is actually a new category. First time ever. I guess there were a lot of write-in ballots and, um, well the prom committee asked me to read this." Read what? Weren't awards being given out? I couldn't ever win an award. Especially one for a new category.
"We're not good friends. Most of us never found the time to get to know you, but that doesn't mean we haven't noticed you." Noticed me? I'm basically invisible. Well, not Marcie invisible, but I'm not exactly Miss Popularity.
"We don't talk about it much, but it's no secret that Sunnydale High isn't like other high schools. A lot of weird stuff happens here." Well, I did just get back from fighting hell hounds. This school doesn't exactly scream normal.
"But whenever there was a problem or something creepy happened, you seemed to show up and stop it." I mean, I do try to, well, you know keep people from getting killed.
Most of the people here have been saved by you, or helped by you at one time or another" I didn't think they even remembered.
"We're proud to say that the class of '99 has the lowest mortality rate of any graduating class in Sunnydale history…and we know at least part of that is because of you." This is amazing. I just can't actually comprehend they know who I am.
So, the senior class offers its thanks ,and gives you, uh, this. It's from all of us, and it has written here, Buffy Summers: Class Protector.
I walked up to get my award. I was confused beyond explanation. I never would have believed this would happen. I'm the Class Protector? I earned this though. I AM the Class Protector
Maybe being the Chosen One isn't so horrible after all.