2 - Friday the 13th

Friday the 13th
Friday 13 September 2002
The city was mostly sleeping as the sun rose. Little did anyone know, that some kind of change had occurred, which would lead to the strange, horrible, events which would occur during the day, and that night.

It certainly didn’t occur to Flora Feilding. But it suddenly did. She bolted awake, the nightmare still fresh in her mind. It wasn't entirely surprising, she had had similar experiences before, but it still wasn't very pleasant. Not at all. After turning on the lamp, she grabbed the notebook on her bedside table and wrote it down.

Once she had finished, she looked at the clock radio. It was ten to five. “Great!” she said. “I'll be tired tonight.” She knew that she wasn't going to get back to sleep.

As the day dawned, more people awoke with nightmares...


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Quinn's Code - The Grounded Geek - Part 3

When school finished for the day, Jennifer found Quinn as she was leaving the grounds. “Quinn, I heard about the 'Family Court' thing.”

“Daria told you?” Quinn asked. She sounded a little peeved.

“Of course,” Jennifer said.

“Was she gloating?”

“No, she was complaining.”

“What about? She was only late one of those nights!” Quinn complained.

“It seems whe is being subjected to the 'Family Court' too.”

“Duh!” Quinn said as she facepalmed.

“So, if you're not grounded, are you coming to the Roller Hockey game?” Jennifer asked.

Quinn hadn't yet heard of it. “What Roller Hockey game?”

Jennifer overcame her surprise and told Quinn about the upcoming Roller Hockey game and Mr. DeMartino's rivaly against Rock 'n Roll Randy.

“Interesting,” she said whilst in thought. “I think I would go regardless of what my parents say,” she decided.

“Cool,” Jennifer said quietly.

“Where would I get a ticket?”

“Jodie is selling them.”

“I'll buy one tomorrow.”


Later that night, at the Morgendorffer residence...

“What do those Supreme Court judges wear under their robes? Declassified government polaroids, next on Sick, Sad World.”

Helen entered the living room. “Hi, honey,” Jake said.

“Are you girls ready for your day in court?” Helen asked.

“Can't you just punish us? I'd like to get on with my life,” Quinn grumbled.

“Quinn! Your father and I want you to have a fair hearing. Then we'll punish you.”
“But a court procedure? Isn't that a little bureaucratic?” Daria asked.

“Bureaucracy is the price we pay for impartiality,” Helen quoted.

“Jefferson!” Jake guessed.

“Stalin,” Helen corrected.

'Stalin!?' Quinn thought.

“It's all about fairness, girls. That's why your father will make a terrific judge.”

“I get to be the judge?” Jake exclaimed. He then got up and pushed a large chair in front of the television.

“Look, someone once said, 'The most important thing in life is not to look like a dweeb.' Do you have any idea how dweebish all of this is?” Daria asked.

'I know you were going to say 'geek' and geeky,' Daria!' Quinn thought.

“That's it, Daria. All I can say is that I hope you have a darn good defense lawyer,” Jake said.

Daria thought for a moment. “A lawyer? Mom?”

“Sorry, honey, I'm prosecuting. And if I do say so myself, you're going down.”

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DeMartino smoking upside down...

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