Greetings Daria fans. I decided to write a story about Daria during highschool. So this is set during the tv series. I'm not as witty as Daria so forgive me :/ (btw I haven't wrote anything in a while so excuse any grammatical errors I may have left. ) enjoy the story!
Daria in: Pressured Peer Pt. 1
It was a fall afternoon when I walked over to Jane's to see this new art "sculpture" she was ranting about over the phone. She went on about how it was based off of Brittany when she fell down the bus ramp and how she really captured the pain of the fall. I told her I would be there to see it this master piece after I got done with my homework. After getting permission from the parentals, I headed towards The Lane's. I knocked on the door and it immeidiately opened after the third rap. "Why if it isn't my cynical friend Daria!" I stared at Jane for about 10 seconds before asking her where is the quarantine room so I don't catch any of the "pep" she had. We were making our way to her room when I heard Trent and his band start to play. As we entered the room I noticed a purple veil over the painting. "Wow, and I thought I was the only one related to Houdini." I said. She smirked and dramatically pulled the veil. It was ...a painting us? She drew what looked as if both of us getting zapped into a spaceship. "Um...Jane?" I said as I stared. I actually looked cute getting taken by aliens. Ew. Please hit me over the head with a mallet if I ever use that word again. "Surprise!...well, super late surprise. Earlier this year was the anniversary of when met in that interesting class, but we were both busy that day so we couldn't actually do anything. So I decided a painting should suffice...you like?" She said as she stared into my eyes for the REAL answer. "Huh." I said. "It's very...colorful. I like it." "I had in mind to paint something to display our sarcastically twisted friendship," quipped Jane as she smiled. I smiled back. We were interrupted by a knock at door. "You may enter if you can answer this riddle..." said Jane. "Janie... I just got up." said Trent on the other side of the door. "Excuses, excuses" mumbled Jane. Trent went on: "But listen. That proposition you through at me the other day...I decided to take you up on that offer. Meet me in my car in ten." I heard him walk off. "Daria. I have something to tell you and you HAVE to be cool" she said as her hands made contact with my shoulders. I tried telling her I don't have to do anything without a lawyer but she cut me off. "—Trent needs me to drive him to a couple of gigs due to him "losing" his license and I told him I won't do it unless he did one particular thing..." her voice trailed. "Jane, if you told Trent that he would have to take me on a date I'm moving to Mars where I hope to be treated with more respect." Jane chuckled. "No, silly. I actually asked to um...let me join him and his gang as he...smokes? And you're invited...yay?" This is what happens when you befriend artists.
To Be Continued...or not.