"All I need is a fireplace to sweep up and you can start calling me 'Cinderbuffy,'" she muttered, thrusting her bottom lip out into a pout. 
 

~
 

 When Buffy's father passes away, life throws her for a loop where she's under the guardianship of a very unwilling, unloving step family. 
 

 It takes a village to raise a child, and when said village steps up far better than those living under her roof, Buffy finds ways to survive -- even if it's only out of spite.
 

 Note: This story is almost finished. It's been on the back burner for years and I wanted to give some of my old fics my attention before lavishing any new ones with it. Updates will occur often!