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Chapter 4 by ThomasMoro ThomasMoro

My God?! What happened to Buffy?

Buffy stayed normal -- sorta

When Buffy regained consciousness, she was still naked. The water from the shower heads above was still raining down upon her and the tiled floor beneath her body still felt as hard as it usually did.

Only this time something was different. Something about the shower room did not feel right.

My God, thought Buffy. Did I get a concussion?

She looked around for her towel but could not see it anywhere. Amy must have taken it, she thought, but she could not see Amy anywhere either.

Instead she saw the other girls of her gym class, some of whom were staring at her, some of whom were not.

As she sat up, she still felt dizzy but it was okay now. Now she was conscious. Now she could think.

She then stood up, borrowed another girl's towel without asking, dried herself, and then gave it back. Then she left the shower room and walked over to her gym locker.

She still had a funny feeling in her head but she was pretty sure it would soon go away. Right now she had to concentrate on remembering the combination to the lock on her gym locker, which she could barely remember. Then she had to retrieve her clutch purse and her bookbag and her shoes...

And what else?

There was something else she had to do but she just could not remember what it was. It probably had something to do with these weird clothlike things someone stuck in her locker. Most likely they had been put there by Amy or Cordelia as some sort of practical joke but Buffy could not figure out how they got past the combination lock.

Oh, well, she thought. No point in trying to figure it out now. Right now she had to get to class.

She laced up her shoes and decided to head for the locker room exit, walking past a fellow student who was putting on an outfit that seemed to be as fun to wear as a burka.

Buffy had just gotten to the locker room door when she suddenly remembered something. She had forgotten her purse. As a matter of fact, she had also forgotten her bookbag.

Whew! she thought. Good thing I remembered. Class pictures are today and I would hate to give everyone a bad impression of me by forgetting stuff.

And with that thought in mind, she walked out the locker room door wearing nothing but her shoes and headed for her next class.

The end?

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