Ficlet: The Joys of Working with Children
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still_grrrTitle: The Joys of Working with Children
Author: Sarah
Rating: PG
Word Count: 154
Prompt: 003 - Snyder
Characters: Snyder, Buffy, Xander
A/N: Previously written for the fun of it. Not eligible for voting.
Snyder hated teenagers, especially one teenager in particular.
“Summers, my office,” he sneered as he walked by a smiling Buffy sitting in the midst of her obsequious friends. He made a point to glare at Harris.
“Mr. Snyder, sir, I hope you’re well on this beautiful day.” Harris yammered.
“Can it, Harris. If I wanted to waste my time, I can think of 100 other ways that would be less obnoxious than listening to your drivel.”
Snyder took a seat at his desk and turned his gaze towards Buffy.
“Random locker searches turn up interesting things,” he leered as he dropped a wooden stake on his desk. “Care to explain?”
“Is answering no a valid option?” Buffy smiled as wide as she could.
“That’s the best answer you could possibly give me,” he replied as he reached for the paperwork he needed to begin expulsion proceedings. Sometimes working with teenagers did have its rewards.
Author: Sarah
Rating: PG
Word Count: 154
Prompt: 003 - Snyder
Characters: Snyder, Buffy, Xander
A/N: Previously written for the fun of it. Not eligible for voting.
Snyder hated teenagers, especially one teenager in particular.
“Summers, my office,” he sneered as he walked by a smiling Buffy sitting in the midst of her obsequious friends. He made a point to glare at Harris.
“Mr. Snyder, sir, I hope you’re well on this beautiful day.” Harris yammered.
“Can it, Harris. If I wanted to waste my time, I can think of 100 other ways that would be less obnoxious than listening to your drivel.”
Snyder took a seat at his desk and turned his gaze towards Buffy.
“Random locker searches turn up interesting things,” he leered as he dropped a wooden stake on his desk. “Care to explain?”
“Is answering no a valid option?” Buffy smiled as wide as she could.
“That’s the best answer you could possibly give me,” he replied as he reached for the paperwork he needed to begin expulsion proceedings. Sometimes working with teenagers did have its rewards.
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