The Punk and the Snark [Pt. 9]
The next day at school Daria was often seen grabbing at something around her neck, but since it was hidden inside her thick green coat no one was sure what it was.
In fact most people didn't know there was anything there at all and just assumed that the weird chick was doing something weird and dismissed it out of hand.
Jane however always smiled a little whenever she saw her friend doing that.
At least once she knew what it was about.
She asked during a bathroom break in-between first period and second.
"Daria, what's with the neck grabbing? Is your long-worn coat finally starting to fall apart?"
Daria shook her head as they washed their hands.
"Then what's up?"
Daria actually smiled a little and didn't say anything until she dried her hands, then she unzipped the top part of her coat enough to reveal her mustard yellow top and a new addition around her neck that had Jane gasping.
An antique key on a leather thong.
"This is what's up." was all that Daria said before she zipped back up and went about her business as if nothing of import had just occurred.
To Daria the important things of the day were the moments she spent with Jane, Bob, and the combination of the two.
Life was actually looking up to the resident cynic.
Which made her suspicious, after all what went up just HAD to come down.
"Plus we live in Lawndale." Daria's inner SuperCynic voice added darkly, "The only place worse is Highland."
That forbidden word made her shudder still, but as long as Beavis and Butthead stayed in Texas then things wouldn't get COMPLETELY sucky.
She hoped.