Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine, they belong to the
wonderfully insane people who created them, and apparently
to some other people who paid lots of money to own bits. I'm
just borrowing them. Title belongs to Ryan Adams' song.

Archive: lists. All others please ask.

Spoilers: none, really...

Rating: PG-13 - suggested child abuse, language

Summary: a girl defends herself to her guidance counselor.

Feedback: just like Eliza Dushku, more gooder! ^_~

Author: cheebs!

Email: chbkamen at optonline dot net

improv # 47 - Ryan Adams song title challenge


Firecracker
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I'm /not/ stupid. I know lots of stuff, like the female
Pharaoh was named Hatshepsut, and an F5 tornado can pull
a house off its foundation. I tried to do the homework, but
the letters didn't make sense. No, I'm not lying.

Yes, I know I smell. I couldn't use the bath today. Yes, I
know my clothes are dirty. Gonna point out that they're too
small too? Tell me something I don't know.

Go ahead and call! You think you're the first teacher that
has? They never do anything, just call and ask her a bunch
of questions which she lies to. They don't even come to the
house. They don't see me or talk to me. Why should they,
/she/ doesn't. May as well not exsist unless she wants me
to get her something, or be her punching bag...then I wish
I really didn't. Exsist, that is.

Yeah, there's lots of things that don't exsist, so? Damn
straight vampires are one of 'em. I don't buy that Anne Rice
bullshit. Sorry...but it is, y'know?

Whaddya mean they're real? Lady, whatever you're on, could I
get some? Yeah, I do stuff once in a while.... Whatever the
guy I'm with has, usually X, some 8-balls. Yeah, did that a
couple o' times too -- smoked it, though, never touched a
needle, see? No tracks. Weird thing is, I don't think I'd get
any if I did now...I heal real fast. It's kinda odd...'bout
a month ago, I started to heal up while my mom was still
wailin' on me. Got real strong, too, and shoved her across
the hall, into the bathroom.

She never got up...so I can't use the bath. And I'm out of
change for the washer. And I'm out of money to get change.
But at least she isn't hitting me.

I'm not crying. I'm /not./ You callin' me a liar? I don't
cry. Crying's for babies!

I don't know why my hand's bleeding. Looks like I dug my
nails in too deep. Just like I told you, I got real strong.
It's scary, I don't know what I am anymore.

Whaddya mean? /How/ will you help me? And why would I let
you? I hardly know you. You're just my guidance counselor.

What's a vampire slayer?

~end~
7/22/02