Imagine that life was perfect. It was normal. You were popular and happy. Everything was going your way until a new girl showed up.
That's how life was for Laney. She was a popular girl who's best friend was Cordelia Chase. Everything at Sunnydale...
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3rd Person's POV
Xander stands working on a locker combination from a list as Giles comes down the other hall.
"You understand, in my capacity as school official, this search is completely unauthorized, and I, I cannot condone it."
"Fine, your butt's covered. Wanna grab a locker?" Buffy hands him a sheet.
"Uh, yes, yes, of course." He takes the sheet.
Laney approaches a locker frowning, "Okay, Eric. Let's see what's on your annoying little mind."
Willow stands at another locker, "Nothing in here but back issues of Scientific American. Ooo, I haven't read this one!" She starts to read making Laney slap her forehead.
Giles frowns, "Nothing remarkable here."
Xander opens one, "Guys!"
They all go over to see what Xander was looking at, except Laney who stands staring at Eric's locker.
"Your friend Chris Epps' locker."
Willow frowns reading off book titles, "'Grey's Anatomy', 'Mortician's Desk Reference', 'Robicheaux's Guide to Muscles and Tendons'."
Giles reaches in and pulls out a newspaper folded open to a picture of the three cheerleaders. The title above the picture reads 'Tragic Accident Kills Three'.
"I think it's fair to say Chris is involved."
Xander shakes his head, "He's into corpses alright, but we still don't know why."
Laney whistles gaining the gangs attention before pushing it all the way open.
"Yes, we do."
Eric's locker reveals a collage of a woman made from parts of various pictures.
...
In Chris' basement, Eric sings while Chris works on a body.
"I guess you'll say. What can make me feel this way? My girl... Talkin' 'bout my girl, My girl... How's my baby?"
Chris frowns, "She's not your baby."
Eric shrugs smirking, "She's not gonna be anybody's baby if we don't finish her soon."
"I'm working on it." Chris rolls his eyes.
"So am I, friend. So am I." He hangs up freshly developed pictures of Buffy, Willow and Cordelia to dry. ...
Buffy comes up to Laney, Willow, and Xander in the courtyard, sitting on the railing.
Xander glances over, "Any sign of our suspects?"
Buffy shakes her head, "Not yet. I don't get it. Why would anybody wanna make a girl?"
Xander chuckles, "You mean when there's so many pre-made ones just laying around?"
