Once again, Daria found herself sitting in a bathroom stall, the same one
that she had her episode in earlier, trying to figure herself out. The
scene of her being so mean to Sandi, to her face, ran through her mind like
some horrible prison movie. The pink shoebox sat on her knees as she waited
out the end of Mr. DeMartino's class. She had excused herself shortly after
Sandi had made her exit. She hadn't wanted Jane to follow but it hurt when
she didn't try.
Daria took deep breaths and tried to calm her mind. It was the only thing she had going for her in her life and it was betraying her. The usual unruffled scape of her mind was now in chaos and doing what it liked. That comment about Sandi seemed to have come out of nowhere. The shock she felt had been mirrored by the look on Jane's face. How could she be so heartless even if it was someone who had been asking for it since she was conceived?
"Okay, why was I such a bitch?" Daria asked herself out loud. She looked down at the shoebox on her lap, envisioning what was inside. "It has been a pretty trying day and even my superhuman sardonic look on life has its limits."
Her mind flipped back to earlier that day when that nameless boy had told her and Jane about Sandi's predilection. "But how could she do something like that? Nobody actually does things like that." Daria remembered talking to Jane about masturbation.
"Or am I the only one again?" Daria sighed. "Does everyone have this secret life except for me?" why did she always have to be so different. She had always known and accepted that she was an outsider but she had hoped that this one thing was her common link with the rest of the bipeds on this Earth.
Flashes of her earlier visit to the stall, raising her skirt and the hyperventilation. She hung her head.
"I'm a freak."
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Jane hunted through the entire school until she found what she was looking for. Or whom should I say.
She finally found her where she knew she would be, crouched in a bathroom stall, crying her eyes out. Jane jumped, caught the top of the door and peered down.
"I need to talk to you," she said simply before she dropped back down. She had to wait a few seconds before so Sandi could fix her make-up and come out.
"What do you want, loser?" Sandi spat out. "Haven't you and your pathetic friend destroyed my life enough?"
"Relax, will you?" Jane said soothingly. "No one is going to find out about your little exhibitionism, kay? I need your help."
Jane would never admit such a thing out loud but she knew that Sandi was by far the shrewdest of the four fashion fakers. While any of the other three would have looked at Jane blankly for a few seconds, Sandi said immediately, "and just what kind of help would you need from me?"
"I need you to help me help Daria."
Sandi gave one loud laugh. "Has the flow of blood finally realized how ugly you are and abandoned your head? Why should I help her?"
"Because I think she's falling apart," Jane said, all too seriously. "She only said what she said because she's had the mother of all bad days. She thinks that there is something really wrong with her and she can't handle it."
"Helloooo," Sandi taunted, "anyone can tell you there is something wrong with her. She's crazier then a-" Sandi never got to finish her sentence as she found herself pushed up against a wall with Jane holding the front of her shirt.
"Finish that sentence and all your pretty hair goes bye-bye," Jane said coldly. Sandi didn't flinch and matched her look by didn't say anything.
Jane released her hold and said, "will you help me or not?
"What's in it for me?" Sandi asked.
"No one finds out about how you apply a different kind of lip gloss for your boy toy on the football team." Jane smirked.
"How did you find out about that, anyway?"
"That is part of why you, me and the rest of the fashion club have to help Daria. If you agree to help me then I'll tell you everything."
For the first time Sandi showed a little fear, "why the rest of the fashion club?"
"Because all of you freaks started this," Jane shot. She caught herself before she fell into the trap that Daria was in, thinking 'glass houses and all that', "and I need you four to help stop."
Sandi sighed regally and paused before tossing her hair and saying, "what do we have to do?"
"Just what you and the rest of this school seems to have a problem doing. Tell the truth and not be ashamed of it." With that Jane turned and walked out of the girl's room with Sandi close behind.
Daria took deep breaths and tried to calm her mind. It was the only thing she had going for her in her life and it was betraying her. The usual unruffled scape of her mind was now in chaos and doing what it liked. That comment about Sandi seemed to have come out of nowhere. The shock she felt had been mirrored by the look on Jane's face. How could she be so heartless even if it was someone who had been asking for it since she was conceived?
"Okay, why was I such a bitch?" Daria asked herself out loud. She looked down at the shoebox on her lap, envisioning what was inside. "It has been a pretty trying day and even my superhuman sardonic look on life has its limits."
Her mind flipped back to earlier that day when that nameless boy had told her and Jane about Sandi's predilection. "But how could she do something like that? Nobody actually does things like that." Daria remembered talking to Jane about masturbation.
"Or am I the only one again?" Daria sighed. "Does everyone have this secret life except for me?" why did she always have to be so different. She had always known and accepted that she was an outsider but she had hoped that this one thing was her common link with the rest of the bipeds on this Earth.
Flashes of her earlier visit to the stall, raising her skirt and the hyperventilation. She hung her head.
"I'm a freak."
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Jane hunted through the entire school until she found what she was looking for. Or whom should I say.
She finally found her where she knew she would be, crouched in a bathroom stall, crying her eyes out. Jane jumped, caught the top of the door and peered down.
"I need to talk to you," she said simply before she dropped back down. She had to wait a few seconds before so Sandi could fix her make-up and come out.
"What do you want, loser?" Sandi spat out. "Haven't you and your pathetic friend destroyed my life enough?"
"Relax, will you?" Jane said soothingly. "No one is going to find out about your little exhibitionism, kay? I need your help."
Jane would never admit such a thing out loud but she knew that Sandi was by far the shrewdest of the four fashion fakers. While any of the other three would have looked at Jane blankly for a few seconds, Sandi said immediately, "and just what kind of help would you need from me?"
"I need you to help me help Daria."
Sandi gave one loud laugh. "Has the flow of blood finally realized how ugly you are and abandoned your head? Why should I help her?"
"Because I think she's falling apart," Jane said, all too seriously. "She only said what she said because she's had the mother of all bad days. She thinks that there is something really wrong with her and she can't handle it."
"Helloooo," Sandi taunted, "anyone can tell you there is something wrong with her. She's crazier then a-" Sandi never got to finish her sentence as she found herself pushed up against a wall with Jane holding the front of her shirt.
"Finish that sentence and all your pretty hair goes bye-bye," Jane said coldly. Sandi didn't flinch and matched her look by didn't say anything.
Jane released her hold and said, "will you help me or not?
"What's in it for me?" Sandi asked.
"No one finds out about how you apply a different kind of lip gloss for your boy toy on the football team." Jane smirked.
"How did you find out about that, anyway?"
"That is part of why you, me and the rest of the fashion club have to help Daria. If you agree to help me then I'll tell you everything."
For the first time Sandi showed a little fear, "why the rest of the fashion club?"
"Because all of you freaks started this," Jane shot. She caught herself before she fell into the trap that Daria was in, thinking 'glass houses and all that', "and I need you four to help stop."
Sandi sighed regally and paused before tossing her hair and saying, "what do we have to do?"
"Just what you and the rest of this school seems to have a problem doing. Tell the truth and not be ashamed of it." With that Jane turned and walked out of the girl's room with Sandi close behind.
