The Ruin of Quinn
Part 6



Early that morning, Quinn was no where to find. Again. That postpones the reconciliation. I guess. It didn't really matter whether it was today, tommorow or even next year. Infact, it didn't really matter whether it happened at all. I guess the little thing just couldn't take it anymore. Daria drank a glass of water while she toasted a piece of bread. But being a little in a hurry she left just as it popped up.

Walking down the sidewalk was a little more refreshing this morning than it was on others. The wind gave the atmosphere a soft chill that brushed past the leaves and left everything looking peaceful. Hm, it's a seemingly perfect day today isn't it?, Daria said to herself as she usually did. She would've said that to Jane if they had been walking side by side.

"Sure is," Jane had been walking behind her for quite some time now and felt it right to make her presence known.

"Oh.. hey," startled, Daria turned around and managed a weak twitch of her lip. That was a smile for her. She continued to walk with Jane but didn't lift her head to speak very much. Jane understood that whatever troubled her wasn't to be discussed and not a word was spoken throughout the whole walk.


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"I'm telling you guys, she's obsessed," Quinn was surrounded by all the people she knew and some who wished she did. She knew she'd get back at Daria. It would be complete humiliation even for her. Her eyes darted to the clock every now and then to look at the time. She'd be here soon, she thought as she continued. "Not only is she ACTING like me, she's trying to LOOK like me."

Some people could care less, some stared in disbelief. Some left, who was Daria, anyway? But the majority wished eagerly to see Quinn's so-called "clone". The fashion club tried their best to look struck with awe but they already knew about it all. Stacy backed away from the crowd and felt safe watching from a distance. She was always so emotional about things like these, even if Daria wasn't popular she was nice when they talked during the makeover.

"It takes more than that to copy ME, doesn't it?," Quinn rambled on unaware of the bell about to ring. "I mean. I'm not shallow or anything."

The bell rang and Quinn begged everyone to stay. It would just take one more minute, she promised. Though reluctant most of the people, and mainly the ones she wished most to watch, stayed. Just then the door opened and Jane walked into the hallway followed by Daria. Everyone's bulging eyes turned to glares and sneers. What was the big idea?, some shouted, She freaking looks the same, you damn liar. Quinn looked bewildered and she screamed out in denial.

"I didn't expect such speculation on my entrance, Quinn. You've been making me famous lately," Daria spoke as she stopped before her sister on her way to class. "I don't know whether to thank you or curse you. But now that everything's back to normal I guess we can call it...even?."

Quinn uttered a loud "Hmmph!" and stomped away only to be stopped by Mrs. Li.

"Young lady I heard you were causing a big distraction to the students of Lawndale High," she lead Quinn to her office by the shoulder. "Presentations of the sort are held in the auditorium not the hallway, young lady. Now I'm going to have to call your mother."

"But I.."

"Talking back? Alright, let's add a week of detention as well."

Quinn didn't make another sound during her stay in the office. Some people walking by peeked in and made a look of disgust. She hadn't known Daria was going to look like herself again.

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Daria opened her locker and took out some of her books as Jane and her talked. It felt good to be talking to friends again. A friend, that is. But the best one at that.

"A weird idea but.. What if the Lane siblings were to switch identities and you weren't talking to Jane right now?," Jane was up to her scenarios again and Daria smirked as she closed the door of her locker.

"The last time you asked me a hypothetical question it led to disaster. What are you up to now," she tried to sound as if she weren't interested but she couldn't help feeling drawn in on the subject. Anything that had to do with Trent just automatically catches her attention.

"And if I were to pick you up at your house at 7 tonight for dinner," Jane's mouth stretched into one of the widest smiles Daria had ever seen during their entire friendship. She fastened the bag on her shoulder and looked at the clock before she finished her sentence. "Would that be a disaster?"

"I don't know. We'll see," the two took their seperate ways and continued the day in its usual boring manner. But a feeling of happiness stirred inside of Daria throughout it all, helping the day end without so much of a trouble. Back at home, Quinn was grounded for a month and on the verge of making it two if she wouldn't stop yelling back. I knew that loud mouth of hers was going to get her sometime, Daria thought to herself as she walked down the stairs.

The rest of the family were too engaged in an argument to notice that she was dressed up. Not too dressed up, just casual, but fit for someone special. She wore a black skirt that rode up to her knee, and a dark green sleeveless top. The clock read 7 sharp and she walked to the door. She stopped and wondered if Jane was kidding and was standing outside ready to laugh. Now she felt reluctant to go, but she did anyway. As she opened the door, someone was already standing there.

"Oh, I was just about to ring the doorbell," Trent stood on the doormat looking neater than she had ever seen him before. He awkwardly handed her a rose and slowly looked away. But not in time to miss seeing her blush. Dressing up wasn't really their thing but they felt that their going out needed a little more distinction from all the other times with other people. Other people it seemed, were nothing more than friends.