A Modern Day Daria...
As everyone in Lawndale slipped into the hipster look, with it's oversized glasses, clothes, and pretty much everything from other eras that could be made oversized.
Daria found herself in a pickle.
Since she no longer looked like an eyesore, she had to think of a way to make herself unappealing.
Especially since Kevin started hitting on her, saying that "She was cool now cus of the Big Bang Show and junk."
Not even Brittany decking him so hard that he lost three teeth was enough to scrub that statement out of her brain.
So one day at the coffee shop (since the pizza place closed due to lack of business since it was all about coffee shops now), Daria looked at the teeming masses of unique people drinking their overpriced coffee with too much milk in it and sighed.
"Jane."
"Yeah?" Jane asked, all depressed since she had seen five girls with leggings in the last half hour.
"We need new, unappealing, rebellious looks." Daria conceded, her face even deader than usual.
"Yeah..." Jane drawled, all depressed cus she hated having to change her signature lazy style.
Daria sighed and played with her overpriced coffee with too much milk in it for a minute.
Jane took out a pocket knife and began to stab the table, she was tempted to cut herself to feel something other than misery but that was coming back as a 'retro' thing amongst some of the hipsters, so she didn't.
"I have an idea," Daria said suddenly, "It's not a good one, but it's an idea."
"I'm all ears." Jane replied since she had nothing better to do.
An hour later
Two girls exited Cranberry Commons, the local mall, covered in shopping bags and looking like they wanted to die a million deaths.
The next day
And so as the fashionable crowds of Lawndale High wore their baggy clothes, drank overpriced coffee, listened to their Neutral Milk Hotel albums on their iPods, and exchanged meaningless trivia about pop culture to each other.
Two girls leaned on their lockers, in overpriced skin tight jeans, cute athletic sneakers, matching purple tops with the Cashman's logo on the front, and the right accessories and makeup as per Waif.
"I hate myself so much." One of the girls said as a conversation starter.
"Yeah, but at least we stand out as unfashionable losers again." the other one pointed out.
At least until the stalwarts of preppy fashion at Lawndale High spotted them.
"Like, oh my god!" Sandi drawled at the sight of them, "There are two, new, fashionable girls in school!"
"Leeetttsss reeecrrruuuiiitttt theeeemmmm..." Tiffany drawled like the moron/stoner she was.
"Yeah!" Stacy squeaked.
Quinn however was staring at the pair like she had come face to face with Cthulhu in all his psychotic-inducing glory.
She managed to wheeze out an "Eep!" before passing out.
"Correction." the girl that used to be Daria Morgendorffer stated, "Now I hate myself."
As Sandi approached them with glee in her eyes, Jane began to mutter to herself, asking where she left that pocket knife.
FIN
