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My first EVER Daria fanfic! Enjoy, and please, please review!!!

You might have seen me before.

I am the girl who sits at the back, wearing the combat boots, the glasses, listening to obscure indie bands that no ones ever heard of, on my ipod.

I am the girl who knows the answers but won't say anything because you wouldn't understand me if i did.

I am the girl who is probably making some sarcastic comment about you right now.

I am the girl who does all this alone.

And then....i turned seventee.

And then we moved to Lawndale.

And then i met Jane.

Probably, if we hadn't met, i would've been fine. The same as before, a little bored, a little irritated, by the mindless crowds of people that mass inside shopping malls and other public areas.

I wouldn't have been lonely because if people hold no interest for you, why would you miss them?

But when i think about where we lived before Lawndale, the overall memory is the feeling that, sometimes, i was slowly drowning.

Drowning in a sea of plastic smiles, processed minds to match perfect processed lives, lies and conformity and the horrible feeling that i was the only person who saw through any of it.

So i suppose Jane was (is, was?) my....and oh god, this is sounds so cliqued i actually feel a little sick....my lifeline.

Sappy. And pathetic.

But true too, because FINALLY i could have an interesting conversation with someone other than myself.

Finally, there was someone who understood, who saw through it all, every stupid lie life feeds you when you're seventeen, someone who could actually make me laugh.

Someone who had a mind of her own.

So, i found a friend; my first friend, best friend, only friend.

And i thought that was the end of it.

But life is never that kind.

I know i said i would've been fine if i'd never met Jane.

But now its too late, cos now i know exactly what i'm losing. If Jane goes off with Tom and i'm alone again, i have no idea what i'll do.

But i'm thinking it won't be anything good.

I'm so scared. I won't admit stuff like this to anyone, but right now i am scared to death that i'm losing her. Or, even worse, that i've lost her already.

I haven't cried since i was five, but now i feel like i'm trying to blink back tears whenever i think about it.

This is the worst thing that has ever happend to me.

And you know what the worst part is?

There's not a damn thing i can do to stop it.