Donna

She didn't quite remember when it started, but she did know she wished for it to stop. The downfall of the Pinciottis was the downfall of Donna. And when it happened, it crumbled like a ton of bricks.

First, it was the buddhist mumbo-jumbo that they were trying. She didn't have problems with difference of religion, except that her parents weren't buddhist. They were just freaks. Sure, her parents were... eclectic. They had interesting taste, for lack of better terms.

She was used to being taunted over that. This, the constant fighting, was new. Not only did it taunt her at home, what with her parents constantly trying to get her to chose a side, but it followed her around this rinky-dink town too. She couldn't wait to leave.

But she could wait. Because she had Jackie, and Hyde. Fez and Eric. Hell, she would even miss Kelso.

The door opening snapped her out of her thoughts. It was particularly chilly, and the air slowly seeped through, before the girl shut the door. In came Jackie Burkhart Foreman, a flushed look on her perfectly made face, at least until she saw Donna.

"Are you okay?" She asked the redhead, raising an eyebrow, and tucking a stray strand of hair. Emotions always made her uncomfortable, and therefore she made it a point to talk about herself, in the most shallow way she knew how. Except she knew she needed to suck it up. For Donna.

A million thoughts flew through her mind, the cigarettes she was smoking, the grades that just seemed to keep falling, her nails that got shorter as the days went on from her biting them. Her parents, who's constant screaming seemed to get louder each day. A firm "Donna?" broke her from her thoughts, and the girl sat down in front of her. "You're like a million miles away."

"Butt out, Jackie, you wouldn't understand." She snapped, and the smaller girls lips pursed together as though she had been smacked. "I-I was just gonna ask if you wanted to talk. Now you understand why I never offer." Her remark was colder than she had meant it, but it had gotten the point across, as she flounced out the door, and back into her driveway.

The redhead sighed, letting her head drop into her hands. The guidance councelors had been pestering about it, people at school either laughing, or giving pitty. Then Eric, then Hyde. Now Jackie.

Nobody knew how to let her just fester on it. The "I care" bullshit was getting too much, and she was over it.

She wanted it to be over. Move on, like nothing happened. Like her mother's existance wasn't miserable in this house. Like her father was not old school. Like her parents' air head ideas weren't destroying what little hope they had left to save their marraige. It wasn't even about the marraige anymore.

She was flipping miserable, and nobody knew what to do to help. Although, Buela had just tried, and she had shot her down like an ass.

God she was such an ass.

No, she was protecting herself. From nothing. She knew Jackie meant good.

She sighed, moving to get ready for school, and swiping her parents' keys. The El Dorado wouldn't be missing if nobody noticed it was gone in the first place.

Halls went silent when she walked in. Nobody dared to look for more than a second but gazes burned into her skin like lasers. She could feel the pity burning holes in her back, and the small giggles sending shockwaves through her ears. The only one who made no change was a small girl with her head in a bottom locker, rummaging around.

Her feet shuffled over, ready to grace the girl with an apology, before she pulled out, with books and a sunken look on her face, and met eyes with her. An apology flashed across her eyes, when she met Jackie's two different colored ones. Eric stood beside her, and raised an eyebrow. "You okay, Donna?" He asked, eyebrows raised.

Her first instinct was to tell her boyfriend to stuff it, and not to question her about what was going on in her life, but then memories of them just talking and talking for hours flashed through her memory, and a pang of guilt stopped her.

"Peachy." She smirked, offering an arm for Jackie, who declined. "I have a free period."

"You have English." Eric corrected.

"It's a free period, today." She grumbled, before shuffling out the door. Donna sighed. "God, I'm such an ass." She watched the girl walk away, although she knew they would be okay after lunch.