My Favorite Mistake

Chapter Four: I Can't Get No Satisfaction

Genre: Alternate Universe

Summary: This is the alternate origin of how Scooby and the gang met.

Scooby Doo and the Gang belong to Hannah-Barbera. The rest belongs to me. Also I don't know much about what's going on in 1968 so beat it with me, will you?

~Daphne's POV~

Okay, so Coolsville isn't the best place around California, but it's a place that you call home. I was at the school parking lot, kissing with my boyfriend, Jack in his Mustang. I like Jack, as in like-like him. But it seems at times, I wish Jack could be more like- I don't know, more like my best friend, Fred Jones.

See Fred is always been there for me, through thick and thin. In fact, Fred is the one and only true friend that I have. Of course, I have tons of friends to choose from, but the reason I call them 'friends' is because we're from the same clique, the pretty and popular, and also their the only ones that I can talk to. All the other girls (the 'unpopular') are too shy or intimated to talk to me.

I let go of Jack's lips as the first bell rang, I quickly looked up to the clock tower of the high school. 7:50 AM, ten minutes until my first period of the day- theater. One of my favorite classes.

See, when you're like me, you have many aspirations thanks to many different people. My father said be what you wanted to be, be free your mind, you know, that kind of stuff. He's very open-minded. My mother the other hand, she is so bent out-of-shape of me marrying a rich businessman to take over the family business and pumped out a baby every nine months. In other words, an all out gold digger. But I don't blame her. Grandma did the same thing to me like she did to Mom a long time ago. Even though as part of me wanted to be an actress or a journalist, what I really wanted to be is a mystery writer or detective

" See you later, Jack." I said to Jack in a sweet-as-sugar voice while Jack tried to neck on me and failed gracefully.

Jack smiled at me as he politely open the door for me as I let myself out of the car. " Will you meet the others and me at lunch?" He asked nicely.

I smiled and said sure while I walked into the school and into the theater.

At theater, I sat front row with other populars while the others cliques are sitting on the stage. As the second bell rang, a man in his late-thirties entered the theater. He looks stressed-out and weary. Then, the hour goes by slowly as the drama teacher, Mr. Spears' lectures on the importance of drama and how will affect in our lives and that other stuff. I take it that Mr. Spears really loves drama more than anything in the world.

" Okay. First, I'm going to pick a few students to see how good their acting abilities are." Mr. Spears said, looking over his attendance sheet while a few of my classmates moaned. " What about... Norville Rogers."

Everyone turned around and saw a really tall (which stands out of the crowd), and skinny hippie with light brown hair and wide, optimistic eyes. I assume that he must be Norville.

What's even more surprising is that Norville the hippie is actually a very good actor, he could play anything from a tricky Venice noblemen to a bumbling Spanish servant. Are is incey-wincey little one problem, it's his delivery, his voice is too falsetto as if he was still in puberty and he uses words like, "man" or "like". But what can you say, he's a hippie!

After Norville's performance, few other people got up and performed. Some of them did well and most of them did terrible, (which I secretly laugh at). Even I get the chance to act out; it was a scene from Macbeth. I don't know when Act it is of that very scene, but it has to do with Lady Macbeth sleepwalking and walking to herself.

After one-third of the class did their part and performance, Mr. Spears was so furious of our "underacting" and "overacting" performance. Meanwhile, me and a few other populars either rolled our eyes or trading notes from one and other. Luckily the bell rang for the next class. Thank God that's over!

As I was walking to my next class, I accidentally bumped into someone and dropped my books along with this total stranger's on our feet. Jeepers, for months now, I'm having this phrase that like a bull in a china shop. In other words or more, a klutz or a string of accident-prone bad luck! This is what I get for breaking my best mirror last spring!

I crouched down to pick up my books and the person right in front of me is a plain girl with dark brown hair and thick horn-rimmed glasses. " I'm so sorry." I said to the girl.

" Oh, it's okay." The girl said in a perky, but humble voice. I was so shocked by the way this girl said to me. There she is one of the 'unpopulars' and a girl that I never seen before, stand in front of me and treats me like an equal. Not one of the member the populars or not the daughter of the most richest citizens in Coolsville, but an equal. I was stunned but pleased at the same time.

I smiled as I helped the girl gathered up her books and put it on the girl's arms. She asked me where she could find her next class, which is Social Studies Honors. Then, I pointed out where I last spotted that class. The girl thanks me as she walked away with a mountain of books in her arms while I was gathering up my own books.

" Daphne Blake!" A voice cried from a distant. I cringed, as I knew what that voice coming from. It was Molly, one of my so-called 'friends'.

I turned around, holding my books as Molly walks towards me. At the same time, showing off her high school sweater that one of the top athletes of the track team. Jeepers, what a show off and snob. " How dare that little pipsqueak ram into like that to you!" Molly said as began ranting on about how this school should eliminate all the squares and hippies while flipping her blond, curly hair to the side as if she's Miss Queen of the World. Then, I started to ignore her and started to play Manfred Man "Do Wah Diddy Diddy" in my head.

" Chill out, Molly." Jack said, coming up behind Molly. She turned around and gave an innocent look to him while twisting her blond locks as if she didn't do anything.

After Molly walked away, Jack kissed me on the lips and escorted me to geometry class. I looked at him and smiled as Jack puts his high school sweater over my shoulders. Proofing to the whole school that we're going steady. For some reason, I don't like this. I don't like it at all.

Jack puts his arms around me and kissed me on the cheek. " Will you meet me after school for track tryouts? I do need some moral support from my best girl."

Best girl? Since when I became some kind of property. But my like-like feelings for him got the best of me and I nodded a 'yes'.

But all over a sudden after Jack walks away, I beginning to have Goosebumps under my purple mini-dress. Whether there's Goosebumps, means there's only one thing:

Something icky is going to happen later on.

TBC...

Daphne and Shaggy: Master Thespians! Ta-Da!

I can't help myself!

Next Chapter: Eight Days a Week (Scooby's POV- never forget the star of show!).