Mirror Image
Ch. 1: Appearance matters?
A/N: I don't own Daria. Oh well. I'm new to Daria fics, and I know that this really doesn't sound like something she would do, so call your flames off- or I start hugging you. This takes place after the episode "Arts and Crash". My depression meds aren't kicking in yet!
"Daria! Earth to Daria Morgandorffer!" Jane said.
Daria blinked. She been staring in the mirror in the girl's restroom for over a minute. Jane thought was a little unlike her. Daria rubbed her eyes, fighting to shake the image of the person she saw in the glass.
"You okay? You've been looking into the mirror, you don't really do that." Jane said.
Daria sighed.
"Jane, be honest. Do you think appearance matters?" she asked.
Jane looked confused. She smiled as though Daria was joking.
"Oh dear God, what has Quinn done to you?" she said.
Daria turned away and looked back at the mirror.
"Quinn had nothing to do with it. It's everyone else." she said.
Jade sighed.
"I think the idea of Quinn saying that you're her cousin is really hurting you. Daria, in my mind, looks don't really matter. I mean, yeah, I do my hair, but other than that, it's not the clothes that makes the person who they really are." Jane said.
Daria turned around and looked her black-haired friend in the eyes.
"What about weight?" she asked.
Jane had a hunch as to what was going on.
"What kind of a question is that?" she asked, looking worried.
"What about weight?" Daria repeated.
"If it's not the clothes than what is it?"
Jane's look turned from worry to shock.
"Since when do you suddenly have the urge to be popular?" she asked.
Daria snickered.
"Since Ozzy Osbourne got the urge to bite the heads off doves."
Jane shook her head.
"Daria, let's go grab a slice, then I am taking you down to my place and am going to rent 'Silence of the Lambs' and 'Hannibal' just for you. You love those movies." she said.
"Looks like you'll be dining on chanti and fava beans on your own, Clarece." said Daria.
"I think I'll go make Quinn swallow her tongue." she continued.
Jane crossed her arms across her chest.
"Good luck, Hannibal Morgandorffer." Jane said.
Daria walked home by herself. Maybe this anti-social, negative attitude really was causing her to cut herself off. But she couldn't stop thinking about the girl she saw standing in her place in the mirror's image. It wasn't her. And she didn't know who it exactly was.
Ch. 1: Appearance matters?
A/N: I don't own Daria. Oh well. I'm new to Daria fics, and I know that this really doesn't sound like something she would do, so call your flames off- or I start hugging you. This takes place after the episode "Arts and Crash". My depression meds aren't kicking in yet!
"Daria! Earth to Daria Morgandorffer!" Jane said.
Daria blinked. She been staring in the mirror in the girl's restroom for over a minute. Jane thought was a little unlike her. Daria rubbed her eyes, fighting to shake the image of the person she saw in the glass.
"You okay? You've been looking into the mirror, you don't really do that." Jane said.
Daria sighed.
"Jane, be honest. Do you think appearance matters?" she asked.
Jane looked confused. She smiled as though Daria was joking.
"Oh dear God, what has Quinn done to you?" she said.
Daria turned away and looked back at the mirror.
"Quinn had nothing to do with it. It's everyone else." she said.
Jade sighed.
"I think the idea of Quinn saying that you're her cousin is really hurting you. Daria, in my mind, looks don't really matter. I mean, yeah, I do my hair, but other than that, it's not the clothes that makes the person who they really are." Jane said.
Daria turned around and looked her black-haired friend in the eyes.
"What about weight?" she asked.
Jane had a hunch as to what was going on.
"What kind of a question is that?" she asked, looking worried.
"What about weight?" Daria repeated.
"If it's not the clothes than what is it?"
Jane's look turned from worry to shock.
"Since when do you suddenly have the urge to be popular?" she asked.
Daria snickered.
"Since Ozzy Osbourne got the urge to bite the heads off doves."
Jane shook her head.
"Daria, let's go grab a slice, then I am taking you down to my place and am going to rent 'Silence of the Lambs' and 'Hannibal' just for you. You love those movies." she said.
"Looks like you'll be dining on chanti and fava beans on your own, Clarece." said Daria.
"I think I'll go make Quinn swallow her tongue." she continued.
Jane crossed her arms across her chest.
"Good luck, Hannibal Morgandorffer." Jane said.
Daria walked home by herself. Maybe this anti-social, negative attitude really was causing her to cut herself off. But she couldn't stop thinking about the girl she saw standing in her place in the mirror's image. It wasn't her. And she didn't know who it exactly was.