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By : Ramsey
Category: +1 through F > Daria
Views: 16278 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: I do not own Daria, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. - Chapter List
Jane followed Daria down the hallway as they headed to class.
“Okay,” Jane said. “Lets go over this one more time. Why are we going to find Tiffany?”
“Because I have a few questions for her,” Daria answered plainly.
“And just what are those questions?”
“To find out why she has this thing?”
“Which brings me to my next question,” Jane went on, looking at the shoebox under Daria’s arm. “Why did you take that from Stacy?”
“Because it’s ruining my life and it’s going back to where it came from.” Daria answered, stuffing the box in her bag as they entered Mr. DeMartino’s class.
After Stacy had stopped crying Daria had managed to confuse poor Stacy long enough to get the hated box from her and head off to class. It’s amazing what the threat of school wide humiliation can accomplish in one day.
“Jane! Daria!” Mr. DeMartino barked, one eye bulging. “Can you please explain to me why you’re late for class?”
Daria took a mental bet that the eye would explode within the next five years and responded, “sorry, we were attending to some urgent business with a member of the fashion club.”
“W-e-e-ll,” Mr. DeMartino drawled sarcastically, “as important as the counting of fusia beads are to the well being of the planet I insist that you be on time! Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mr. DeMartino,” Jane and Daria chorused and sat down.
Daria was rummaging through her bag just as she heard a voice hiss, “and just what kind of business would you two fashion disasters have with MY fashion club?”
Daria looked up to see Sandi Griffin sitting beside her.
“Did you switch classes?” Daria asked annoyed. She was the last person she wanted to see right now.
“Yes I did,” she said haughtily. “I couldn’t stand Mrs. Bennett’s class anymore, and don’t change the subject, what do you losers have to do with MY fashion club?”
Suddenly Daria felt very angry. Here was a girl that was acting all high and mighty like she was so above everyone but she lets her boyfriend watch her…do that! Daria reached into her bag and pulled out the box and placed it on her own desk.
“Does this look familiar?” Daria asked. She didn’t know for sure that Sandi had even seen it.
Sandi took one look at the box and her eyes went wide for a second in recognition before her calm demeanor slid back on. Daria had to give her points for that.
“I have no idea what that is!” Sandi said before turning around to look t the front. Did Daria see a little high color enter her face? It filled Daria with satisfaction. Daria stuffed the box in her bag and said loud enough for Sandi to hear. “Hey, Jane. Isn’t it disgusting what some people will do in front of others, say boyfriends for instance, and actually find that exciting?”
Jane who had been watching the whole thing stuttered uncertainly. Daria looked at Sandi from the corner of her eye. Sandi was still sitting rigid, in her chair but then a single teolleolled down Sandi’s cheek. It was such a shock that Daria’s head slowly turned, creaking, to look fully at Sandi. Daria stopped breathing at the shock. Suddenly Sandi grabbed her bag, got up, and walked out of the room with as much dignity as she could muster.
“And just where are you going, young lady?” Mr. DeMartino asked gruffly, “another fashion club emergency?” he added sarcastically. He never got an answer.
Daria still sat in total shock at what she had done.
“I can’t believe you did that,” Jane said. She had never seen Daria rip into someone like that before. Even when she was feeling her worst she never took it out on someone. She couldn’t believe she had done that.
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