At 16, Daria moves into Lawndale and befriends Jane Lane. Although in this fanfic, Trent and Mystik Spiral are only 2 years older than the girls. How does this change things between them? (TrentxDaria) (And a little bit of JessexJane).

I've been thinking of writing this for a while now, I think it stemmed up from when Trent told Daria if only she'd been older he's take her out. Haha here goes my first attempt at a Daria fanfiction.

BEEP!

Daria Morgendorffer wake up to the annoying sound of her alarm clock. She covered her head with her pillow and groaned but the alarm clock only seemed to mock her and rang an octave higher. With a sigh, she rubbed her eyes and sat up, quickly turning off the alarm clock and her towel to take a shower.

Undressed and beneath the warm water, she closed her eyes feeling every single drop cascade down her body. After she was done, she dressed in her usual; an orange shirt, short black skirt, her boots and an oversized green jacket. Walking down the stairs she could hear her mother yapping into her cell. And so early too, it was only 7am. She yawned into her hand and grabbed some toast.

"Mo-om!"

Quinn quipped in, her hair unusually messy.

"What is it dear?"

Helen Morgendorffer replied perkily. A little too perky for Daria at such an hour and she narrowed her eyes in annoyance.

"It's soo early in the morning and you're too noisy!"

"Yeah, mom. You've made her hair go against thy Queen's will. And that's saying something."

Helen looked at her two daughters, unsure of what to say. Quinn rolled her eyes.

"Daria, I believe the correct term would be frizzy. God, you are so dramatic sometimes!"

It was Daria's turn to roll her eyes, her sister once again taking her humor too literally. She was about to say something but Helen cut her off.

"Oh alright I'm getting off the phone now. I was just informing my new secretary that we would be arriving in a few hours."

Just then the coffee machine started spurting out hot, brown liquid. Jake cursed, his white polo soaked with coffee.

"Jake! Look what you've done! Now we have to get the bag where we packed our shirts are then get a clean one. And now-"

She was cut off when her phone ringed once more and she stepped out to the living room to take the call. Quinn huffed annoyed and walked out muttering something about re-conditioning her hair. Daria gave the faintest smile.

"Daria, honey do you think you could pass me the kitchen towel?"

Daria sighed, cleaning her glasses with her skirt. They'd been travelling in the car for hours now and being cooped up in a small space that long with her family was starting to irk her. Her mother would not get off the phone, her father driving and singing, encouraging everyone to join while Quinn continued to whine about her hair or the air conditioning and other petty things.

She had been reading when her head started to throb and now she had nothing to do. There wasn't much to look out at out the window and she was getting bored as well. She decided to listen to some music on her cell phone and reached out behind the car seat to grab her earphones from one of the bags.

"Like I was saying, I'm sorta worried about school. I mean I don't know anyone there and yeah they'd probably like me but-"

Daria effectively cut all the noise in the car but not before hearing what Quinn had said and because of this, her thoughts drifted off to school. They would start next week since today was Friday, which gave them some time to unpack and look around the town. Subconsciously, she had been slightly worried about this issue for some days now but pushed it out of her mind. She didn't want to think about it, deciding that she was aware that she wasn't the most agreeable nor likeable person in the world and the people at her new school would probably just misunderstand her but she knew for a fact that she didn't truly care. At this, she dismissed her thoughts and thought instead of her new house and bedroom- one she didn't need to share with Quinn. A new atmosphere, new places to go which meant more inspiration for some stories, and probably a few acquaintances wouldn't hurt.

The car lulled to a stop and Daria looked out the window, they had arrived. Their house was pretty big, two stories high and had a homely feel. She got up to stretch and lazily grabbed her bag and a box with her things. Quinn had already claimed a bigger room, she rolled her eyes when she passed by the open door and saw her already setting up her dresser and closet. Her hands grazed the empty walls, taking in the new place.

She thought of the previous occupants, eyeing the rectangular shades and spots on the wall from frames that were once there. She wondered if they'd been a happy family and thought if there was a possibility they would be. She shrugged her shoulders realizing she had reached the end of the hall.

She stopped inquisitively at a closed door at the very end of the hall. She opened it and saw the bleak padded walls and the single desk and closet it had, she smiled. She set her box down and her bag. She finally had a little sanctuary to retreat to in private without being disturbed. She lied down on the empty floor staring at the ceiling and fell asleep.

She woke up when she heard knocking.

"Uhh miss? We're here to put your stuff in.."

Daria got to her feet and opened the door and saw two of the movers they had hired sweating, carrying her bed.

"My bad."

She stepped aside, grabbed her phone and wallet then walked down the stairs and half ran to the front door. Deciding to walk around town, she she picked a direction. It was time she saw what Lawndale had to offer her.

Thanks for reading~

This feels really uninspired and dry. Let me know what you guys think of chapter one.