Disclaimers: You know the drill. I don't own these characters. But I don't have money either, so it would be pointless to sue me.

Author's Note: Hey everyone! I apologize for not putting up a new chapter sooner...I've been in a musical, and it's been rather hectic. I also want to thank all of you for your support after my last message...I just hate it when authors get crap for what they write. Anyhow, once again, thank you.

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 Ten

It was a bright, beautiful day, the sun out and no clouds in the sky. The mall was just calling people in Lawndale.

The main doors opened to reveal an...interesting site indeed.

Daria, Jane, and Quinn all stood together, purses in hand, ready to tackle the sale racks.

Well, Daria was in truth rather reluctant.

"I feel exposed" she stated blandly. Jane tugged on her arm to pull her further inside the building.

"Oh, don't be a whiner. This is going to be fun!"

"Depends on what your idea of fun is."

Quinn looked down at the floor for a moment, hurt. Daria's stone face shifted, and she sighed.

"I didn't mean that...sis."

Quinn looked up at met Daria's eyes, and the both smiled briefly.

"All right, let's get the party started!" Jane exclaimed in a fake high voice.

Back on the home front, things weren't looking too good. You guessed it-the ladies were still arguing, and poor Jakey went to hide.

Jakey wasn't in a good state as it was. He was currently pacing about the kitchen, trying to sip his coffee. Unfortunately, the more the women yelled, the more anxious he'd get, and the more he'd think about his father.

"For Christ's sake, it's just a party!" Jake exclaimed to himself in agitation. He was gripping his head, trying desperately to block out the cat noises. No success. Picture someone hitting your skull with a hammer-that's how much Jake's head was hurting.

"Confound it all!" he shouted. Of course the ladies didn't hear him. He sat down at the dining table and picked up the paper to read. After a few moments of looking at the first page, however, he saw his father's face again. The shock made him scream, and he turned to the next page. There was his father again, this time with a chainsaw. Quicker flip of fear. This time his father was lunging at him, groping the air with his hands, looking wild. Jake screamed bloody murder and fell out of his chair; unfortunately, he hit his head in the process, knocking himself out.

The cat fight finally stopped when the sound of something breaking was heard, just after Jake's scream.

Helen looked worriedly toward the kitchen door. "Jakey?"

No answer.

The women looked at each other, then rushed over into the kitchen. Jake was lying on the floor unconscious, a slight trace of blood from his head on the floor. As for the breaking part, well, that was his coffee mug.

Helen screamed and started crying, clutching onto Rita out of pure shock.

Amy remained calm and collected. She bent down and checked Jake out. She got back up and turned to Helen. "He's ok, just unconscious. But we need to get him to the hospital, Helen."

"Oh God!" Helen sobbed in Rita's shoulder.

Back with the trio of girls, shopping was going rather well. 50 percent off sale racks are wonderful.

They were current scouring through one rack when Quinn came up with an idea.

"Hey, girls! I just came up with something fun that we can do today!"

"We're going to buy thongs?" Jane offered. Daria's eyes widened.

"No, no! Each of us has to find an outfit for another person to wear today. Wearing unwashed underwear is dangerous and unsanitary. But I'm talking about just regular apparel."

"Or what WE think is defined as regular apparel" said Jane with a smirk.

"Can they be as un-us as we like?" Daria asked, eager.

"Definitely, that's the idea" Quinn replied with a grin.

"I like it. So who picks out for who?" Daria asked.

"I say Quinn picks out for you, I pick out for Quinn, and you pick out for me" Jane offered.

"Agreed?" Quinn asked.

The girls nodded. They grinned and went back to scouring the sale racks.

about half an hour later

"Okay girls, ready to exchange?"

Daria was handed a light pink teeny-bopper top and super-tight black leather pants. She looked up at Quinn in fear.

"I'm afraid to go out in public in this."

"It's only for today at least. Don't worry, we'll all look funny, so it won't matter."

Jane then handed Quinn a chartreuse-colored dress...the color looked absolutely disgusting. On top of that, there was strange paint markings on it. Quinn lifted an eyebrow at Jane.

"Consider it an...artistic experience" Jane said with a grin. Quinn rolled her eyes and smirked.

Daria pulled out a hot pink miniskirt and a very small white tank top for Jane. On the tank, the Barbie logo was smack dab in the center in pink lettering. Jane looked horrified, then glared at Daria, who was subtly smirking.

"Die, Morgendorffer."

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