Well, this happened...

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Chapter 3.): "Well, this happened." Date Written: August 15th, 2005.

Chapter Summary: Well, I want to apologize as the author of this for the oddness, or possibly quite likely oddness about the interactions of these young ladies- as it is being written from the viewpoint, and through the eyes of an adult man, and that's to the ladies who happen to read this gentle family-based tale.

Lady Jess' point of view:

Waking up, I remembered I wanted to write this., I remembered this from my teen years in high school- years ago, approximately, oh, 1998 AD or thereabouts. I was taking "Watchers' lessons" from Mr. Giles to assist him when the time comes, and Mum had informed me that I'd be the one who'd test Kennedy when the time comes- this place of responsibility filled me with delight at the idea thereof when I was planning it out, I had immense fun planning out the test. I did however have a problem: I didn't want Kennedy in danger, but the nature of this test is really aimed at verifying if the lady in question is able to think these things through in a stressful situation- and that gave me pleasantly dark ideas about my sister on how to do that!

I'd have to hide this test from our mom, but boy was I pissed at my mom for what she's done to Kennedy's family; she'd made herself into a true villainess by stealing her neighbor's man and family from her and making her pay herself child support- no wonder Kenny's fighting with Mum so often; I don't trust her either and she's *my* mum, for crying out loud, due to that idiocy!

Well, running up the steps to Sunnydale High in order to get to class in time, I spotted "Queen C" responding in a most surprising manner, and I almost mouthed off at her calling her an idiotic bitch for her response to having started a fashion fad among the ladies regarding the kind of dress she was wearing before I caught myself in anger, and then more kindly rebuked her for her response to our classmate wearing the same style clothes as herself, telling her that if she chose to wear the same model and make dress as yourself, that must mean it is beautiful in her eyes; and hence she herself as started a movement about outfit styles- so why in the world, I asked Queen C, was she so upset about coming up with a hit style of clothes? Kennedy was catching up with me at that moment, and she looked very pretty- I knew she has a beautiful body; we've seen eachother plenty of times to know both of us have a good and healthy amount of fitness and body format, but her outfit really emphasized and glorified that while keeping it modest- ironically that may've backfired on her big time, as now I was even more in love with her than before as she walked in with the sun around her as if a halo. She was wearing a gorgeous blouse and blue denim jacket, a skirt that went almost all the way to her knees that itself was black and grey checkerboard design on it, as well as dark leggings and boots, as well as a backpack on her back. The only real worry I had about her coming up was a possible catfight between her and Queen C. I suspected that they had a deep dislike of each by the other, something of a "you remind me of something of myself that I do not like" kind of a fight- and I wanted to avoid that and distance this matter from them.

Nearby her, my girlfriend, Amy was talking with some of her friends in the meantime.

Sincerely your playmate, my journal;

Jessie.

P.S. More to Come.

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