*A Sick, Sad World*
Disclaimers- I don't own Daria, but I do own my ideas (although the voices in my head want them also...)
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" Ah, the sick, sad world of Lawndale." Daria stated to herself at 7 AM, once the alarm clock had been successfully smashed in response to being flung across the room, to bounce off the padding of her bedroom walls, and onto the floor.
"Yet another opportunity to cuvet within has been ripped away thanks to man's irritating urge to control." And so she got up, particularly annoyed because of such a brutal interruption to one of her more amusing dreams.
After dressing, she walked solemnly to the bathroom and in a routine fashion put on her glasses, and reached for the toothbrush. The cold water and 'minty-freshnes' of the toothpaste were to much to cope with so early is the morning and she felt another unwanted jolt of awakening which aggravated her grim nerves.
As she jolted upward, as much as she could considering her indifferent nature, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. All she saw was a blurry fuzz.
"..Humidity.." She automatically thought, and took of her glasses to wipe them clean. To her surprise, once she took off her glasses, she saw perfectly clear.
"Wha..."She muttered also seeing her glasses were clean. She tried them on again, and off, and concluded she could see without them, so she put them down and stared at things. "Hmm...so this is called vision." She saw herself in the mirror again and grunted.
".. " Picking up her glasses and putting them in her pocket she walked out the door.
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Downstairs Helen was already drinking her coffee at the counter, and Jake and Quinn were at the table. Quinn was fiddling with her makeup and Jake was reading the paper.
"Oh my gosh! My nose is in such perfect alignment with my eyes!"
"That's very nice dear." Helen replied at the simply at the sound of a voice.
Daria really wished no one would notice her today of all mornings, the lack of her glasses made her feel vulnerable, but she was blind as a bat with them on.
tbc...
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A/N: Hey! Thanks for taking your time on reading my fic. I'm a newbie at this so don't be too harsh! :) My spelling sucks, I know that, but I have some pretty interesing ideas that I'd like to share with you guys! I request only 4 reviews to be able to continue this, so please click on that little button and make me happy. (more would be better! :) Btw, I separate my fics by scenes and I only have one and a half for now (the rest is in my twisted little mind... lol)
Disclaimers- I don't own Daria, but I do own my ideas (although the voices in my head want them also...)
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" Ah, the sick, sad world of Lawndale." Daria stated to herself at 7 AM, once the alarm clock had been successfully smashed in response to being flung across the room, to bounce off the padding of her bedroom walls, and onto the floor.
"Yet another opportunity to cuvet within has been ripped away thanks to man's irritating urge to control." And so she got up, particularly annoyed because of such a brutal interruption to one of her more amusing dreams.
After dressing, she walked solemnly to the bathroom and in a routine fashion put on her glasses, and reached for the toothbrush. The cold water and 'minty-freshnes' of the toothpaste were to much to cope with so early is the morning and she felt another unwanted jolt of awakening which aggravated her grim nerves.
As she jolted upward, as much as she could considering her indifferent nature, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. All she saw was a blurry fuzz.
"..Humidity.." She automatically thought, and took of her glasses to wipe them clean. To her surprise, once she took off her glasses, she saw perfectly clear.
"Wha..."She muttered also seeing her glasses were clean. She tried them on again, and off, and concluded she could see without them, so she put them down and stared at things. "Hmm...so this is called vision." She saw herself in the mirror again and grunted.
".. " Picking up her glasses and putting them in her pocket she walked out the door.
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Downstairs Helen was already drinking her coffee at the counter, and Jake and Quinn were at the table. Quinn was fiddling with her makeup and Jake was reading the paper.
"Oh my gosh! My nose is in such perfect alignment with my eyes!"
"That's very nice dear." Helen replied at the simply at the sound of a voice.
Daria really wished no one would notice her today of all mornings, the lack of her glasses made her feel vulnerable, but she was blind as a bat with them on.
tbc...
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A/N: Hey! Thanks for taking your time on reading my fic. I'm a newbie at this so don't be too harsh! :) My spelling sucks, I know that, but I have some pretty interesing ideas that I'd like to share with you guys! I request only 4 reviews to be able to continue this, so please click on that little button and make me happy. (more would be better! :) Btw, I separate my fics by scenes and I only have one and a half for now (the rest is in my twisted little mind... lol)
