Aly

Saturday, September 3rd, 1:06 p.m. 1983

"Chill, Aly." Jack threw his hands up as I took my mesh hair tie back. "You look gnarly today. So does Dars."

"Shut up, dipstick," I snapped as I tied my mesh around my hair.

Jack folded his arms. "I was just being nice."

"Eat my shorts," Daria retorted as she climbed over the railings.

"Eat shit and die," Jack said, pointing to her.

"You-" I pushed Jack back and he fell over.

"Ow," he muttered, rubbing his head. "You know Bhegad's here. You'll be lucky if he doesn't find out what you guys were doing." Jack stood up and rubbed his acid washed jeans and straightened his shirt.

Daria and I looked at each other. Bhegad? The school principal?

"You're just lying to us," I said, staring crossly as I folded my arms. He better be lying, I thought. We did not need to get into trouble with him again. The last time we ran into him, it was the last day of school, and it was lunch, and Marco thought it would be funny to dump a water bottle on our heads. I got my revenge by throwing a donut in his face. Long story short, we ended up having a food fight.

It was fun, but it got us into a lot of trouble with Bhegad, who yelled at us for it. We had to clean up the whole cafeteria after that, but it was worth it.

"That's not my problem," Jack called over his shoulder as he walked away.

"Let's book," Daria said nervously. She began rubbing her arms, which she always does when she's nervous. "Otherwise we might be in serious trouble."

One thing Daria never tells you...she can tell when people are lying.

"Whatever you say," I said, and I ran to the stone wall between the bridges. I began climbing up, and Daria followed after. We went up the stone wall, which was pretty easy, and walked to the pedestrian bridge. People around us were riding their bikes or taking their kids out on strollers. Nearby, Daria turned her head, and I looked too. Apparently, Daria's older brother Nico was with his galpal Anna. They were schmoozing. It was made even worse with the fact that through his ripped jeans, you could see he clearly wasn't wearing underwear.

"Gag me with a spoon," Daria hissed as she looked away. I felt a little weird staring at Nico's jeans too.

We walked as quickly as we could to the end of the bridge. Over there, I thought about food. I could use a meal.

"Wanna go to Tim Horton's?" I said, brushing a lock of hair back. Daria smiled.

"Donuts and coffee," she said, as she started running. I followed after. We were going to the school. That was nearby Tim Horton's.