Quinn looked in the mirror at the damage her sister did yesterday. Her cheek had completely healed from the initial slap that she had landed, that was good. She lowered the neckline of her shirt. Her porcelain skin was still blazing red where Daria's little fingers had been trying to wring the life out of her. She sighed. She would probably have to cancel her plans tonight as well, unless she could find some way to make a turtleneck look cute.

"Daria." She grumbled with a frown.

Truthfully, she guessed her sister was talking about Lapis almost instantly, but she wouldn't give her the satisfaction of knowing that she had put any further thought into that little incident. Quinn jumped when she heard her sisters boots stomping down the hall, then the steps. Two minutes later she heard the front door open and close. She peeked out of her door left and right then listened, not even though soft sounds of her sister snoring during her naps. She was gone.

Quinn slipped into the bathroom and ran some water in the tub and poured in a few flower scented bath salts. She needed to relax. Spending the day avoiding Daria and fielding questions and poorly veiled insults about her turtleneck from Sandy had been extremely stressful, she had to convince her that she wasn't going through another brain phase so that she wouldn't be kicked out of the fashion club. The only place she fit in in any capacity.

She purred with some level of contentment as she slid into her bath and the salts seemed to almost gently massage her body. The thoughts soon returned though.

"Daria."

She had said what she did yesterday to hurt her sister, in the only way she knew how. Flaunting the only real area she was better than her sister in and downplaying the looks her sister did have. She was plain but she did have some cute features, or rather would if she tried a little. She had no idea how he looked past her frazzled hair, the giant glasses, and the complete lack of any fashion sense and still saw her as cute.

"Ugh."

Even when she was little she could just tell her sister would always be smarter than she ever was. She felt like she was always walking in footsteps she could never fill because she was just normal smart, not possibly create a social movement after writing groundbreaking books smart. Daria was the brain, she was just a brat.

That's the way it was until middle school, there she found the one thing she did better than Daria, the one place she fit in, or at least that she could pretend to. The popular kids. She wasn't the smartest, she wasn't athletic, and she wasn't particularly artsy. What she did have though were her mother's good genetics. She just had to learn how to take advantage of them. She had seen her mother in her hippie days….She just had to "grow into" her style ten years faster than her mother did and play the part.

It wasn't as hard as most people would think. Her sister had her own issues to deal with, her mom was busy with work, and her dad was just not observant at all. A stupid remark here, a shallow quip there, buying the right clothes, agreeing with whatever someone popular said no matter how stupid it was. It was easy.

Honestly, she wasn't even sure who she was anymore after the years of amalgamation of popular mannerisms and thought patterns. Was she still the kinda cute kinda smart kid? Was she some eighties movie mean queen popular girl? Was she just a subservient drone to quite possibly the bitchiest girl in school, while also methodically scheming to overtake her in popularity? She wished she knew who she was.

All she knew was that it irked the hell out of her that her sister could still get cute guys to hit on her acting like she didn't care about anything, even taking care of her damn hair and putting on some decent clothes. She knew it was stupid and she knew it was childish, but it just made her feel like a child again. Where Daria was just better at everything and she was the special one.

Sometimes she wondered if it was all really worth it.

Just had an idea for a short transitional chapter that kind of showed what Quinn is really like...inside. In the show it's hinted at a lot but it seems like she just put on a mask. I know next to no one is reading these but I'm enjoying this story so far.