CUT TO THE HALLWAYS BETWEEN CLASSES-Jane and Daria walk down the hall; the
latter looking more dejected than usual.
JANE: Y'know, if you scrape some of that glitter off the bottoms of your pants, you won't look *that* bad.
DARIA: It would be even better if I cut them off altogether and wore my history paper to class.
(She stops at her locker, opens it, and pauses to get a book out of it. Jane stands beside her, waiting for her.)
(The Goth girl, Andrea, stops and stares. And then a kid in a baseball hat. And then a guy in a dark blue t-shirt. Soon there is a small crowd around Daria, all looking at her. A few people are whispering madly at each other.)
DARIA: (angrily) WHAT?
(shuts her locker and jogs into Mr. DeMarino's classroom with her books)
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CUT TO THE FASHION CLUB-Quinn and her "fashion fiends" are discussing some fashion-related venture.
QUINN: And then I was like, no way am I wearing that to a party! *Everyone* wears those things to parties!
STACEY: Wow, Quinn, you really know how to color-coordinate.
(The Fashion Club passes the crowd around Daria's locker.)
SANDI: Ahem. Gee, Quinn, wasn't that person back there your cousin or whatever?
QUINN: Uh.yeah, I think so. Why, Sandi? Don't you want to hear about my other fashion escapades?
SANDI: She was wearing that Cashmann's t-shirt I saw for sale on my last adventure to the mall. Since when do brains wear the latest fashions? (raises an eyebrow)
TIFFANY: (at about the speed of a three hundred pound boulder in the middle of a valley) Yeah. I mean, doesn't that, like, make what *we're* wearing look bad or something?
STACEY: Omigod!
SANDI: Of course not. She's just a second-class imitator, trying to get in with the popular crowd. No sane popular girl wears boots like that.
TIFFANY: I know. They're so G.I. Joe.
QUINN: Uhhh. Right, Sandi!
(No one notices the well-hidden traces of worry on her face, and the group continues walking.)
JANE: Y'know, if you scrape some of that glitter off the bottoms of your pants, you won't look *that* bad.
DARIA: It would be even better if I cut them off altogether and wore my history paper to class.
(She stops at her locker, opens it, and pauses to get a book out of it. Jane stands beside her, waiting for her.)
(The Goth girl, Andrea, stops and stares. And then a kid in a baseball hat. And then a guy in a dark blue t-shirt. Soon there is a small crowd around Daria, all looking at her. A few people are whispering madly at each other.)
DARIA: (angrily) WHAT?
(shuts her locker and jogs into Mr. DeMarino's classroom with her books)
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CUT TO THE FASHION CLUB-Quinn and her "fashion fiends" are discussing some fashion-related venture.
QUINN: And then I was like, no way am I wearing that to a party! *Everyone* wears those things to parties!
STACEY: Wow, Quinn, you really know how to color-coordinate.
(The Fashion Club passes the crowd around Daria's locker.)
SANDI: Ahem. Gee, Quinn, wasn't that person back there your cousin or whatever?
QUINN: Uh.yeah, I think so. Why, Sandi? Don't you want to hear about my other fashion escapades?
SANDI: She was wearing that Cashmann's t-shirt I saw for sale on my last adventure to the mall. Since when do brains wear the latest fashions? (raises an eyebrow)
TIFFANY: (at about the speed of a three hundred pound boulder in the middle of a valley) Yeah. I mean, doesn't that, like, make what *we're* wearing look bad or something?
STACEY: Omigod!
SANDI: Of course not. She's just a second-class imitator, trying to get in with the popular crowd. No sane popular girl wears boots like that.
TIFFANY: I know. They're so G.I. Joe.
QUINN: Uhhh. Right, Sandi!
(No one notices the well-hidden traces of worry on her face, and the group continues walking.)