Re: Episode 4: Mirror, Mirror
Outside
Buffy sat on a bench across the street from the gym. She'd actually rushed right over from school. The hallways had been buzzing with all sorts of talk. Of the weekend. Of who was going to what movie. Of who was going on a date with whom. Of being free for two short, sweet days. Buffy had blown past it, singularly focused. Coach Cordova had given her the address, but now that she was here...Buffy was nervous.
Not because she was scared of training, or fighting. But she was scared of what it meant. It meant that she'd be acknowledging, officially, what she'd spent years running away from. That this was all happening. And that terrified the Slayer more than any creature she'd come face to face with. Buffy stared hard at the old gym, as though if she glared hard enough, it would disappear, along with all her problems. Instead, the rundown structure sat there, unyielding, mocking her in its solemness. And so Buffy sat staring at it, trying to work up the courage to cross the street and step through those doors.