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A/N: Hello again! Sorry it took me so long to put up this chapter.I went on vacation for a few weeks. Thanks again to those who gave me feedback. For those who asked about something, I hope this Author's Note helps. I just wanted to state something: it's been several months since the last time we saw Daria. She's been away from Jane and the rest of her family for most of the time.quite frankly, I don't think she'd be as sarcastic if she got a nice vacation away from those who make her sarcastic. So in these past chapters, Daria hasn't been the Daria we are used to (and Jane has changed somewhat herself.she's been on an art spree, and she's started to embrace life a bit). Therefore, I felt that by this time, most of the characters have changed somewhat. Everyone grows up at least a little at some point in time in his or her lives, and that's usually when their surroundings change. I know we all love the sarcasm.but trust me, it's going to come back now that Daria will be thrown amongst her family. As for Tom not having mentioned Daria's new glasses-that will come up in the next chapter, so just sit tight.
BTW-If anyone knows how to get the Italics to work, could you let me know? Oh, and does anyone know what school year Quinn is currently in? I know she's younger than Daria, but I know nothing past that. And also, I apologize if the quotes or apostrophes come out to be something weird.I honestly have no idea why it did that for just that chapter alone.I've seen it on a lot of other fics posted on ff.net.
Summary: Daria's life has been pretty boring since she graduated from Lawndale High. After a certain mishap with her glasses, she meets up with everyone she knew during high school. Chaos ensues. Her life has just been spiced up a little TOO much. Daria/Tom, amongst others.
~*~ Is My Sanity Gone Yet? ~*~
Part 4
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Daria blinked at the sun, turned her head in irritation and frowned. 'I just acted like I was brain-dead back in there! What the hell is wrong with me? I have to get over Tom. . .'
Another voice came inside her head, but this one was a voice Daria hadn't heard in a long time. 'Yeah, SURE you'll get over Tom. Maybe if you keep your eyes closed and shut off your brain entirely, he won't affect you.'
Daria had an extremely pissed-off expression. "God, I'm a sap." She heaved a sigh, causing steam to rise in front of her face due to the cold temperature (all of Lawndale was covered in snow, after all). She had a vague memory of herself when she was four years old, constantly doing that and pretending to be a dragon. Quinn was, of course, the little princess who couldn't do anything about it.
She had the slightest smirk on her face as she pushed forward heading towards her house, dragging her black rolling suitcase behind her. The rolling created a sort of growing sound of thunder, reminding her of her anger and eventually of Tom.
'He really doesn't look like he's changed at all. Well, of course he hasn't changed. He doesn't need to, because I was the one always creating problems. I always end up being the one who bitches around, not opening up to anyone and keeping the majority of my thoughts to myself.' She looked down at her feet and sighed, thinking that maybe the sarcastic comments in her head could possibly hold truth. 'The entire world is my enemy now. There's not much I can do about it.' She looked up and realized that she had just passed her house. That really didn't help the mood she was currently in.
"How the hell can one person invade my thoughts to this extent?" she yelled out to the world in fury. She sighed, realizing that she probably looked like a complete idiot. She sauntered her way up to the Morgendorffer residence. She paused for a moment while in front of the door. 'Do I honestly want to do this? Sure, I'm kinda missing my family-even Quinn. God, did I just think that? Oh, to hell with it, I'm ringing the doorbell.' She pressed the little white button next to the door. 'Good thing I'm going back to my room with padded walls.'
She heard a shuffling noise, and then saw the door shake with a too recognizable voice behind it. "Damn blasted doorknob! Why won't it turn? Turn, damnit, turn! Oh, I can't do anything right."
"Dad, just turn the little lock inside the doorknob, and nobody will get hurt."
There was a clicking noise, and Jake sounded much like his happy self again. "Hey, thanks kiddo!" The doorknob turned and the door swung open to reveal none other then the wacky yet highly amusing Jake Morgendorffer. He smiled happily at Daria and gave her an unexpected tight hug. Daria started gasping for air. "Thank God you're here! This whole family reunion party thing has got your mom and everyone else quite-er-unpleasant! You were always level-headed."
"I'm glad that at least somebody thinks so," Daria said with a gasp.
Jake let go of his daughter and looked at her. "And just look at you! You- you got new glasses?"
Daria shifted slightly. This was still an uncomfortable subject for her. "Er, well, they're only temporary. My old ones broke and won't be ready for a while."
"Ah.I see."
"I can, too."
"What?"
"Nevermind."
"Daria!" a sudden voice exclaimed that made our favorite teen jump back. She blinked at the new person standing in front of her.
"Hey Quinn."
"Oooh, you got new glasses! As a member of the-er-okay, the Fashion Club isn't around anymore, but as one who used to be, I have to say that those glasses look very classy on you."
She stared at her sister in disbelief. "You're saying that wearing these glasses look-fashionable?"
Quinn nodded fervently.
It was then that Daria heard some arguing. She peered over Quinn's shoulder to see her own mother and her Aunt Rita.
"Look, Rita. I have a big case that I have to take care right now, and if I don't leave this house in five minutes I'll be in serious trouble!"
"Well escuuusee me! I just thought you might want to look into the caterers today, seeing the limited amount of time we have to make this stupid dinner work!"
"If I didn't work, Rita, then we wouldn't be able to afford this dinner in the first place!" Helen suddenly realized that Daria had arrived and went over to greet her. "Honey! I'm so glad you made it!"
Daria awkwardly pushed the bouquet of flowers towards her mother. "Er, these are for you."
Helen beamed at her daughter with pride. "I'll put these in water straight away." She blinked for a moment. "Oh, sweetie, you bought a new pair of glasses!"
"They're just temporary. I broke my old ones" she repeated, starting to get tiered of saying this over and over again.
"That's nice, honey. Well, I'm sorry I have to leave so soon, but I'll be back tonight." She gave Jake a quick kiss and a glare at her sister before she said, "Bye!" as she walked out the door.
Rita looked furious, but smiled at her just-arrived niece. "Daria, those glasses look fantastic on you. How has college been?"
"Tiring. I've been working my butt off. But it's worth it, I guess. And I-" Daria turned red for just a moment. "I have a column in the student newspaper. They're saying that they might make me editor next year."
Rita blinked at Daria, completely taken aback. The misery chick was involved with a school activity. "That's wonderful! Do you plan on becoming a writer, Daria?"
She shrugged slightly. "Well, I enjoy it, and I get to speak my thoughts."
Quinn looked at Daria with a smile. She felt a surge of pride and admiration in her sister-which was something she'd never tell to anyone, of course, but all the same that was how she felt. "I knew you'd like something in this world, Daria."
The comment made Daria irritated. "There are plenty of things I like in the world, like not having to hear anyone yammer on in a baby voice. And my padded walls, and Jane, and To-"
She stopped dead mid-sentence and turned cherry red. "Eep!" she exclaimed then ran up to her room and shut the door. The rest of the inhabitants in the house just stared at the stairs for a moment's silence.
"I knew she still liked him," Quinn said quietly in a much more mature voice than we're used to.
Jake looked suspicious. "Who's 'him'?"
"Oh, daddy, don't you remember Daria's old-" She stopped after seeing the clueless look on Jake's face. She sighed. "Nevermind."
~*~
So, what do you think? Please review.
A/N: Hello again! Sorry it took me so long to put up this chapter.I went on vacation for a few weeks. Thanks again to those who gave me feedback. For those who asked about something, I hope this Author's Note helps. I just wanted to state something: it's been several months since the last time we saw Daria. She's been away from Jane and the rest of her family for most of the time.quite frankly, I don't think she'd be as sarcastic if she got a nice vacation away from those who make her sarcastic. So in these past chapters, Daria hasn't been the Daria we are used to (and Jane has changed somewhat herself.she's been on an art spree, and she's started to embrace life a bit). Therefore, I felt that by this time, most of the characters have changed somewhat. Everyone grows up at least a little at some point in time in his or her lives, and that's usually when their surroundings change. I know we all love the sarcasm.but trust me, it's going to come back now that Daria will be thrown amongst her family. As for Tom not having mentioned Daria's new glasses-that will come up in the next chapter, so just sit tight.
BTW-If anyone knows how to get the Italics to work, could you let me know? Oh, and does anyone know what school year Quinn is currently in? I know she's younger than Daria, but I know nothing past that. And also, I apologize if the quotes or apostrophes come out to be something weird.I honestly have no idea why it did that for just that chapter alone.I've seen it on a lot of other fics posted on ff.net.
Summary: Daria's life has been pretty boring since she graduated from Lawndale High. After a certain mishap with her glasses, she meets up with everyone she knew during high school. Chaos ensues. Her life has just been spiced up a little TOO much. Daria/Tom, amongst others.
~*~ Is My Sanity Gone Yet? ~*~
Part 4
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*
Daria blinked at the sun, turned her head in irritation and frowned. 'I just acted like I was brain-dead back in there! What the hell is wrong with me? I have to get over Tom. . .'
Another voice came inside her head, but this one was a voice Daria hadn't heard in a long time. 'Yeah, SURE you'll get over Tom. Maybe if you keep your eyes closed and shut off your brain entirely, he won't affect you.'
Daria had an extremely pissed-off expression. "God, I'm a sap." She heaved a sigh, causing steam to rise in front of her face due to the cold temperature (all of Lawndale was covered in snow, after all). She had a vague memory of herself when she was four years old, constantly doing that and pretending to be a dragon. Quinn was, of course, the little princess who couldn't do anything about it.
She had the slightest smirk on her face as she pushed forward heading towards her house, dragging her black rolling suitcase behind her. The rolling created a sort of growing sound of thunder, reminding her of her anger and eventually of Tom.
'He really doesn't look like he's changed at all. Well, of course he hasn't changed. He doesn't need to, because I was the one always creating problems. I always end up being the one who bitches around, not opening up to anyone and keeping the majority of my thoughts to myself.' She looked down at her feet and sighed, thinking that maybe the sarcastic comments in her head could possibly hold truth. 'The entire world is my enemy now. There's not much I can do about it.' She looked up and realized that she had just passed her house. That really didn't help the mood she was currently in.
"How the hell can one person invade my thoughts to this extent?" she yelled out to the world in fury. She sighed, realizing that she probably looked like a complete idiot. She sauntered her way up to the Morgendorffer residence. She paused for a moment while in front of the door. 'Do I honestly want to do this? Sure, I'm kinda missing my family-even Quinn. God, did I just think that? Oh, to hell with it, I'm ringing the doorbell.' She pressed the little white button next to the door. 'Good thing I'm going back to my room with padded walls.'
She heard a shuffling noise, and then saw the door shake with a too recognizable voice behind it. "Damn blasted doorknob! Why won't it turn? Turn, damnit, turn! Oh, I can't do anything right."
"Dad, just turn the little lock inside the doorknob, and nobody will get hurt."
There was a clicking noise, and Jake sounded much like his happy self again. "Hey, thanks kiddo!" The doorknob turned and the door swung open to reveal none other then the wacky yet highly amusing Jake Morgendorffer. He smiled happily at Daria and gave her an unexpected tight hug. Daria started gasping for air. "Thank God you're here! This whole family reunion party thing has got your mom and everyone else quite-er-unpleasant! You were always level-headed."
"I'm glad that at least somebody thinks so," Daria said with a gasp.
Jake let go of his daughter and looked at her. "And just look at you! You- you got new glasses?"
Daria shifted slightly. This was still an uncomfortable subject for her. "Er, well, they're only temporary. My old ones broke and won't be ready for a while."
"Ah.I see."
"I can, too."
"What?"
"Nevermind."
"Daria!" a sudden voice exclaimed that made our favorite teen jump back. She blinked at the new person standing in front of her.
"Hey Quinn."
"Oooh, you got new glasses! As a member of the-er-okay, the Fashion Club isn't around anymore, but as one who used to be, I have to say that those glasses look very classy on you."
She stared at her sister in disbelief. "You're saying that wearing these glasses look-fashionable?"
Quinn nodded fervently.
It was then that Daria heard some arguing. She peered over Quinn's shoulder to see her own mother and her Aunt Rita.
"Look, Rita. I have a big case that I have to take care right now, and if I don't leave this house in five minutes I'll be in serious trouble!"
"Well escuuusee me! I just thought you might want to look into the caterers today, seeing the limited amount of time we have to make this stupid dinner work!"
"If I didn't work, Rita, then we wouldn't be able to afford this dinner in the first place!" Helen suddenly realized that Daria had arrived and went over to greet her. "Honey! I'm so glad you made it!"
Daria awkwardly pushed the bouquet of flowers towards her mother. "Er, these are for you."
Helen beamed at her daughter with pride. "I'll put these in water straight away." She blinked for a moment. "Oh, sweetie, you bought a new pair of glasses!"
"They're just temporary. I broke my old ones" she repeated, starting to get tiered of saying this over and over again.
"That's nice, honey. Well, I'm sorry I have to leave so soon, but I'll be back tonight." She gave Jake a quick kiss and a glare at her sister before she said, "Bye!" as she walked out the door.
Rita looked furious, but smiled at her just-arrived niece. "Daria, those glasses look fantastic on you. How has college been?"
"Tiring. I've been working my butt off. But it's worth it, I guess. And I-" Daria turned red for just a moment. "I have a column in the student newspaper. They're saying that they might make me editor next year."
Rita blinked at Daria, completely taken aback. The misery chick was involved with a school activity. "That's wonderful! Do you plan on becoming a writer, Daria?"
She shrugged slightly. "Well, I enjoy it, and I get to speak my thoughts."
Quinn looked at Daria with a smile. She felt a surge of pride and admiration in her sister-which was something she'd never tell to anyone, of course, but all the same that was how she felt. "I knew you'd like something in this world, Daria."
The comment made Daria irritated. "There are plenty of things I like in the world, like not having to hear anyone yammer on in a baby voice. And my padded walls, and Jane, and To-"
She stopped dead mid-sentence and turned cherry red. "Eep!" she exclaimed then ran up to her room and shut the door. The rest of the inhabitants in the house just stared at the stairs for a moment's silence.
"I knew she still liked him," Quinn said quietly in a much more mature voice than we're used to.
Jake looked suspicious. "Who's 'him'?"
"Oh, daddy, don't you remember Daria's old-" She stopped after seeing the clueless look on Jake's face. She sighed. "Nevermind."
~*~
So, what do you think? Please review.