The Ruin of Quinn
Chapter 2
Assuming that she had just broken a nail or any other of her vanity related problems, Daria sleepily walked to the bathroom to brush her teeth and go to yet another day of school. Same boring routine, same boring day. Will it be like this for the rest of my pitiful, teenage life?, she thought to herself, of course not, it'll end when I'm not a teenager anymore, but it'll be the same thing again but I'll be a grown-up slave to the world. She walked into the bathroom and on her closing the door Quinn barged in unexpectedly. Daria's eyes widened at the sight of her sister. Her once baby smooth complexion was red and inflamed with giant, mucus filled acne. Despite the shock she began to brush her teeth and move aside as Quinn began to raid through the cabinets.
"There HAS to be something here! There's has to be!", bottles and boxes of vanity purpose were flying here and there."Daria don't you have anything for.. for.. for this??." Her lip trembled a bit on the last words, her eyes were watery and hysterical, she let out a few more shrieks and screams before she let Daria answer."Oh nevermind what was I thinking, not YOU!."
"Not me", Daria mumbled to herself as she eyed a blur of Quinn's exit.
Daria spit and gargled and ended her daily routine which she had carried on since who knows when. Her boring, unaffected appearance hid the shock she held inside of her. Of course, it wasn't like her to scream, to share Quinn's fear which she obviously didn't. Although she did think it strange for such a thing to happen without any warning, especially to Quinn. But on the other hand, she felt a bit of joy inside of her. She went to get dressed, if Quinn was going to school she just couldn't miss this.
"There is no way that I am going to school... Looking like.. ," Quinn touched her face with a reluctant finger then quickly drew it away. There wasn't a clear patch of skin on her entire face."Like THIS! I look.. disgus.. no .. I'm still beautiful.. I am I am I am.."
Quinn dug her nails into a pillow and threw it across the room.
"Just keep telling yourself that," Daria couldn't help saying as she drank a glass of milk. Her cereal left untouched, for the excitement of the situation had stolen her appetite. She drank slowly and watched her mother try to console Quinn. It was impossible.
"I am not letting you ruin your grade point average over... some," Helen was having trouble how to describe Quinn's ruined face."some.. common skin condition, dear."
"Oh you won't have to worry about that. She doesn't have a grade point average", Daria mocked her once again. It was all too good to be passed up. And the conversation was just too tempting.
Helen glared at her sarcastic daughter and put her to a stop. Darn, her no more nasty remarks for the day look, Daria thought, Well I can still enjoy it and be silent as well. We heard a few heavy steps down the stairs and watched Jake come into the scene.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! What the hell happened to my daughter?", he yelped and couldn't seem to wrench his eyes off Quinn's face. Helen swiftly got up and walked to his side. She tiptoed and whispered something into her moron of a husband's ear. His eyebrows arched up then down, then bolted up again then relaxed. "I'm sorry honey", he said gently as he slowly walked to Quinn who was now on the verge of crying once again. "What I meant was... What the .. er.. What happened to my daughter, she looks unbelievably beautiful this morning!"
Daria nearly choked on her milk on her dad's saying that.
"You ARE still beautiful, Quinn", Helen ran her fingers through Quinn's and tried not to touch her face in the fear of aggravating it or Quinn's notice. Quinn dried her eyes and digged into her cosmetics bag. She pulled out a bit of concealer and ran it across her cheek.
"Does it help? Do you still see it?", Quinn asked her mother and then turned to Daria who still looked unmoved. The bumpy surface of her skin made the concealer clump up, and even if it didn't clump up, she'd still look the same just fake-looking. "It looks the same doesn't it? Oh.. I knew I'd be fine.. I'm too beautiful so be ruined.."
Daria began to open her mouth but Helen stopped her. Don't you dare, her eyes told her. Daria smirked and thought, Alright, but at school no one's going to stop me.
* * * * *
Quinn's leg trembled on taking it's step out of the car. She practically threw her hair over her face as she rushed into the school. They hadn't came so early as usual. It was precisely 5 minutes before classes started. So much earlier than the 20 minute gap Quinn desired in which she could flaunt herself within the school's halls. Now everything was so very different.
Jane caught up with Daria in the hall and coughed to get her attention. Daria turned and said "Hi".
"Wow, I thought you'd be pissed at me for what I asked you yesterday", Jane blurted out quickly. She no longer felt uneasy knowing that her friend wasn't mad at her. "I was out of my mind, believe me. I think I was drunk."
"I thought you said you didn't drink," Daria shot back as quick as Jane had replied. Daria stopped walking and Jane as well. Jane's right eyebrow arched up and she obviously looked at if she was thinking.
"Well it's just an expression to cover up for my failure to explain, okay?," she managed to say, and it didn't sound that bad either. Considering something like this wasn't worth losing your only friend in school, and Daria didn't desire on doing that. Not that she couldn't stand alone, of course, outcasts need their fellow outcasts as well as did preppies. "Consider me wrong. End of discussion."
"Alright..", Daria searched for a change of topic and Quinn popped into her head. "Have you seen my sister lately?" Daria searched around for Quinn and finally saw her coming out of the bathroom.
"Whoa! What happened to her,"Jane said out loud. Quinn heard her and ran away. The fashion club was nearby and obviously looking for their missing member. All of a sudden Stacy handed Daria a letter and quickly walked away before anyone happened to see her. Jane told her to open it and read it before class started. Daria ran her finger through the fold and pulled out another letter and a poorly folded piece of toilet paper.
"I think that one's for you, Daria," Jane said pointing to the toilet paper. Daria opened it and read it:
Uhm.. Quinn's cousin or whatever.. Give this letter to Quinn right away, we cannot stand to see her.. I'm sure you know why.. Uhm.. Thanks..
"I'm sure I know why," Jane remarked and the bell rang all too soon. "Damn... Well I'm sure this is going to get interesting."
"I know." They both walked to their classes.
* * * * *
The class gasped at Quinn as she rushed and sulked into her chair. She hid her face with a book, which was extremely stupid since everyone knew she hated reading. A few girls at the back began laughing and teasing her. Joey, Jeffy and that other guy, Jeremy was it?, didn't even talk to Quinn that morning. A crumbled paper ball landed before Quinn on her desk, managing to cover her face and flatten it out at the same time she read it. 'Quinn you look like a freak'. She couldn't stand it anymore, without asking for permission she ran out of the classroom. The teacher resumed the lesson unaffected by her absence.
Quinn cried as she lay on the cold, hard bed in the nurse's office.
"Why me.. Why pretty, perfect me?... Why not Sandi, or Stacy or Tiffany?!", Quinn angered at her saying Sandi's name. Their letter informed her of their searching for a replacement. She knew that Sandi would rejoice at her predicament. Tiffany wouldn't care. Stacy might but she'll get over it being the weakest most influenced member in the group. Then she thought about Joey, Jeffy and Jamie. Finally, she knew his name. They hadn't even noticed her.. What a life.. Tears pours down her cheeks, yet they had a harder time with the bumpy surface, some got caught in them and she had to blot her face with tissue paper.
The speakers above her head made a scratchy sound and the principal began making her announcement.
* * *
"Attention students. School club pictures are to be taken today. We apologize for the long delay, will all clubs meet at the auditorium immediately"
* * *
"No!!!!", Quinn screamed at the top of her lungs. She trashed the pillow up and down and sank back into the bed. "Noo!!! I hate my life!!!"
The knob of the door turned and Stacy's head appeared. She cringed at the sight of Quinn, but as a somewhat friend to her she said kindly.
"Quinn, We're sorry but we'll have to find a replacement for you. Sandi said the picture would be ruined with you in it and that they hadn't planned on ordering photo enhancing. Sorry.. I'm really sorry", with that she left and the door shut closed.
Quinn remained silent and her expression morbid as ever.
* * * * *
"What about her?," Tiffany said to Sandi. Sandi frowned and shook her head.
"We had our names embossed on the club page. We need someone with the last name Morgendorffer or we won't be able to take the picture. I heard they let first names slide", Sandi replied looking worried as ever.
"Doesn't that weird cousin of hers have the same last name?," Stacy pointed out. Daria happened to be getting her books out of her locker that moment and stoof about 3 few away from them.
"Fine you ask her, Stacy."
"Why me?"
"It was YOUR idea. So do it."
"Fine...", Stacy reluctantly took a few steps toward Daria and tapped her on the shoulder.
Next chapter coming soon. Soon=matter of 1 or 2 days ^_^*
Chapter 2
Assuming that she had just broken a nail or any other of her vanity related problems, Daria sleepily walked to the bathroom to brush her teeth and go to yet another day of school. Same boring routine, same boring day. Will it be like this for the rest of my pitiful, teenage life?, she thought to herself, of course not, it'll end when I'm not a teenager anymore, but it'll be the same thing again but I'll be a grown-up slave to the world. She walked into the bathroom and on her closing the door Quinn barged in unexpectedly. Daria's eyes widened at the sight of her sister. Her once baby smooth complexion was red and inflamed with giant, mucus filled acne. Despite the shock she began to brush her teeth and move aside as Quinn began to raid through the cabinets.
"There HAS to be something here! There's has to be!", bottles and boxes of vanity purpose were flying here and there."Daria don't you have anything for.. for.. for this??." Her lip trembled a bit on the last words, her eyes were watery and hysterical, she let out a few more shrieks and screams before she let Daria answer."Oh nevermind what was I thinking, not YOU!."
"Not me", Daria mumbled to herself as she eyed a blur of Quinn's exit.
Daria spit and gargled and ended her daily routine which she had carried on since who knows when. Her boring, unaffected appearance hid the shock she held inside of her. Of course, it wasn't like her to scream, to share Quinn's fear which she obviously didn't. Although she did think it strange for such a thing to happen without any warning, especially to Quinn. But on the other hand, she felt a bit of joy inside of her. She went to get dressed, if Quinn was going to school she just couldn't miss this.
"There is no way that I am going to school... Looking like.. ," Quinn touched her face with a reluctant finger then quickly drew it away. There wasn't a clear patch of skin on her entire face."Like THIS! I look.. disgus.. no .. I'm still beautiful.. I am I am I am.."
Quinn dug her nails into a pillow and threw it across the room.
"Just keep telling yourself that," Daria couldn't help saying as she drank a glass of milk. Her cereal left untouched, for the excitement of the situation had stolen her appetite. She drank slowly and watched her mother try to console Quinn. It was impossible.
"I am not letting you ruin your grade point average over... some," Helen was having trouble how to describe Quinn's ruined face."some.. common skin condition, dear."
"Oh you won't have to worry about that. She doesn't have a grade point average", Daria mocked her once again. It was all too good to be passed up. And the conversation was just too tempting.
Helen glared at her sarcastic daughter and put her to a stop. Darn, her no more nasty remarks for the day look, Daria thought, Well I can still enjoy it and be silent as well. We heard a few heavy steps down the stairs and watched Jake come into the scene.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! What the hell happened to my daughter?", he yelped and couldn't seem to wrench his eyes off Quinn's face. Helen swiftly got up and walked to his side. She tiptoed and whispered something into her moron of a husband's ear. His eyebrows arched up then down, then bolted up again then relaxed. "I'm sorry honey", he said gently as he slowly walked to Quinn who was now on the verge of crying once again. "What I meant was... What the .. er.. What happened to my daughter, she looks unbelievably beautiful this morning!"
Daria nearly choked on her milk on her dad's saying that.
"You ARE still beautiful, Quinn", Helen ran her fingers through Quinn's and tried not to touch her face in the fear of aggravating it or Quinn's notice. Quinn dried her eyes and digged into her cosmetics bag. She pulled out a bit of concealer and ran it across her cheek.
"Does it help? Do you still see it?", Quinn asked her mother and then turned to Daria who still looked unmoved. The bumpy surface of her skin made the concealer clump up, and even if it didn't clump up, she'd still look the same just fake-looking. "It looks the same doesn't it? Oh.. I knew I'd be fine.. I'm too beautiful so be ruined.."
Daria began to open her mouth but Helen stopped her. Don't you dare, her eyes told her. Daria smirked and thought, Alright, but at school no one's going to stop me.
* * * * *
Quinn's leg trembled on taking it's step out of the car. She practically threw her hair over her face as she rushed into the school. They hadn't came so early as usual. It was precisely 5 minutes before classes started. So much earlier than the 20 minute gap Quinn desired in which she could flaunt herself within the school's halls. Now everything was so very different.
Jane caught up with Daria in the hall and coughed to get her attention. Daria turned and said "Hi".
"Wow, I thought you'd be pissed at me for what I asked you yesterday", Jane blurted out quickly. She no longer felt uneasy knowing that her friend wasn't mad at her. "I was out of my mind, believe me. I think I was drunk."
"I thought you said you didn't drink," Daria shot back as quick as Jane had replied. Daria stopped walking and Jane as well. Jane's right eyebrow arched up and she obviously looked at if she was thinking.
"Well it's just an expression to cover up for my failure to explain, okay?," she managed to say, and it didn't sound that bad either. Considering something like this wasn't worth losing your only friend in school, and Daria didn't desire on doing that. Not that she couldn't stand alone, of course, outcasts need their fellow outcasts as well as did preppies. "Consider me wrong. End of discussion."
"Alright..", Daria searched for a change of topic and Quinn popped into her head. "Have you seen my sister lately?" Daria searched around for Quinn and finally saw her coming out of the bathroom.
"Whoa! What happened to her,"Jane said out loud. Quinn heard her and ran away. The fashion club was nearby and obviously looking for their missing member. All of a sudden Stacy handed Daria a letter and quickly walked away before anyone happened to see her. Jane told her to open it and read it before class started. Daria ran her finger through the fold and pulled out another letter and a poorly folded piece of toilet paper.
"I think that one's for you, Daria," Jane said pointing to the toilet paper. Daria opened it and read it:
Uhm.. Quinn's cousin or whatever.. Give this letter to Quinn right away, we cannot stand to see her.. I'm sure you know why.. Uhm.. Thanks..
"I'm sure I know why," Jane remarked and the bell rang all too soon. "Damn... Well I'm sure this is going to get interesting."
"I know." They both walked to their classes.
* * * * *
The class gasped at Quinn as she rushed and sulked into her chair. She hid her face with a book, which was extremely stupid since everyone knew she hated reading. A few girls at the back began laughing and teasing her. Joey, Jeffy and that other guy, Jeremy was it?, didn't even talk to Quinn that morning. A crumbled paper ball landed before Quinn on her desk, managing to cover her face and flatten it out at the same time she read it. 'Quinn you look like a freak'. She couldn't stand it anymore, without asking for permission she ran out of the classroom. The teacher resumed the lesson unaffected by her absence.
Quinn cried as she lay on the cold, hard bed in the nurse's office.
"Why me.. Why pretty, perfect me?... Why not Sandi, or Stacy or Tiffany?!", Quinn angered at her saying Sandi's name. Their letter informed her of their searching for a replacement. She knew that Sandi would rejoice at her predicament. Tiffany wouldn't care. Stacy might but she'll get over it being the weakest most influenced member in the group. Then she thought about Joey, Jeffy and Jamie. Finally, she knew his name. They hadn't even noticed her.. What a life.. Tears pours down her cheeks, yet they had a harder time with the bumpy surface, some got caught in them and she had to blot her face with tissue paper.
The speakers above her head made a scratchy sound and the principal began making her announcement.
* * *
"Attention students. School club pictures are to be taken today. We apologize for the long delay, will all clubs meet at the auditorium immediately"
* * *
"No!!!!", Quinn screamed at the top of her lungs. She trashed the pillow up and down and sank back into the bed. "Noo!!! I hate my life!!!"
The knob of the door turned and Stacy's head appeared. She cringed at the sight of Quinn, but as a somewhat friend to her she said kindly.
"Quinn, We're sorry but we'll have to find a replacement for you. Sandi said the picture would be ruined with you in it and that they hadn't planned on ordering photo enhancing. Sorry.. I'm really sorry", with that she left and the door shut closed.
Quinn remained silent and her expression morbid as ever.
* * * * *
"What about her?," Tiffany said to Sandi. Sandi frowned and shook her head.
"We had our names embossed on the club page. We need someone with the last name Morgendorffer or we won't be able to take the picture. I heard they let first names slide", Sandi replied looking worried as ever.
"Doesn't that weird cousin of hers have the same last name?," Stacy pointed out. Daria happened to be getting her books out of her locker that moment and stoof about 3 few away from them.
"Fine you ask her, Stacy."
"Why me?"
"It was YOUR idea. So do it."
"Fine...", Stacy reluctantly took a few steps toward Daria and tapped her on the shoulder.
Next chapter coming soon. Soon=matter of 1 or 2 days ^_^*
