OK, this is my first YW fic- though I keep starting fics, then think they suck and deleting them. I actually think this one is alright! *beams proudly*
Disclaimer: You know it all- dun own the stuff, it's all Diane Duane's, dun sue me… Don't own Darth Vader, Yoda, Luke Skywalker, Jedi Knights, or the Force, either, for that matter. Those are all George Lucas's, unfortunately. ::sigh::
PS- this takes place somewhere in Deep Wizardry- I wuz reading it again and got a lightbulb.
I Want
Dairine rolled over, covering her head with the pillow. She was not getting up, she was not going to move-
"Dairine, hon, get up!"
She groaned and rolled off the bed, landing with a thump on the floor. Go away go away go away!
But she did it anyway. Marching bleary-eyed down the staircase, she nearly bumped headlong into Nita.
"Watch where you're going," Dairine mumbled. "We got a fishing trip today, don't want to miss it because you broke your neck falling down the stairs."
Nita said something that her dad would not approve of. "Fishing?"
Dairine blinked.
"I can't go fishing!" Nita protested.
"Why not?"
"Because… I'm going swimming. With Kit."
Dairine smirked. "Oh, I get it… Skinny-dipping, what fun…"
"Dairine!"
"Hold on." Running upstairs, Dairine devised a plan – Nita was going to owe her big time for this. She grabbed Dad's electric blanket and turned it up as high as it would go, rolling herself up in it, then drank so much hot water she thought she'd burst.
"This had better be worth it…" she muttered.
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"Thanks, Dari, I owe you one," Nita said gratefully.
"You sure as hell do."
"How'd you do it?"
"I used the Force." Dairine hid a smile behind her hand, and waved goodbye when her sister left.
Nita was hiding something- Dari knew it. Something big. No, she didn't have the hots for Kit, though it was amusing making fun of her about it, but Nita knew something Dairine didn't, and it made the younger girl mad.
Who does she think she's fooling? Dairine thought. If this goes on, Mom and Dad are going to get sooo pissed. Is she part of some cult, or something?
Dairine had seen the ratty old book on Nita's desk, but hadn't checked it out- who wanted to poke around Nita's things, anyways?
She trudged slowly back up the stairs and collapsed in her bed. Nita had a secret, and Dari was burning to know what it was. Deep down, she knew she was jealous of her older sister. Nita actually had a friends, a secret – a life. Dairine just lived in the sidelines, nobody cared about her. Nobody cared about the girl who wanted to be Jedi Knight when she grew up.
I hate my life. Frustrated, she threw a couple books at the wall, hearing them land on the ground with a satisfying thunk. Science fiction – what was the title again? She couldn't remember- something to do with aliens, anyway. She snorted. Who cared about aliens? They didn't exist – neither did Darth Vader, Yoda, Luke Skywalker, or the Force, for that matter. It was just a stupid story. Stupid. Kid stuff.
I want what Nita's got, she thought bitterly. She's got something, I don't know what it is – but I want it. I'm sick of just being "Nita's little sister." I want to be my own person. I want to do something. She laughed – it wasn't a nice sound. I want, I want. I sound like some spoiled brat begging for candy.
Why can't anything exciting happen? Just boring, crappy life- going to school, getting beat up, this, that. Who cares, anyway? If I died, it wouldn't make a difference. Probably no one would notice at all. Dairine knew very well that her family would care, but that didn't even enter her mind's downward spiral.
I want. I want.
What do I want?
I don't even know what I want anymore.
I just want.
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