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Mysteries of Lawndale 01: Esteem of the Investigator Part 1
Lawndale, MD
15 September 1997
A blue Lexus approached a suburban High School.
“Girls, I just want you to know your mother and I realize it's not easy moving to a whole new town -- especially for you, Daria, right?” Jake Morgendorffer asked.
In the back, his daughter Daria, asked “Did we move?”
“I'm just saying you don't make friends as easily as... uh, some people.”
Daria looked at her younger sister. “Quinn, for instance?”
“That's not what I meant... necessarily.” Jake turned the radio off. “The point is, the first day at a new school is bound to be difficult...”
Daria smirked and took out a device from one of her pockets. She pressed a couple of the buttons and the radio turned back on, with the volume increased. “Speak up, Dad! Can't hear you!”
“Uh, where was I?” Jake asked. He turned the radio off again. “Oh, yeah...”
Stacy Rowe saw noticed a cute, athletic, teen, with long red hair emerge from a Lexus wearing a stylish athletic outfit. “Hi! You're cool. What's your name?”
“Quinn Morgendorffer.”
“Cool name,” Stacy’s ... fellow Fashion Club member (and President), Sandi Griffin, said.
“Will you go out with me?” An instantly besmitten boy asked.
“Not right away, I’m going to take a while to settle in. Find all the clubs that I’d be interested in,” Quinn said.
Sandi took that as a cue. “Sandi Griffin, Fashion Club President. Your outfit is quite interesting.”
“Thanks,” Quinn said. Her voice then showed her interest. “Fashion Club, did you say? I’m in!”
“Cool!” Stacy said.
“Not right away, there is paperwork to fill out,” Sandi said.
“Can it be filled out in a day?” Quinn asked. “Best not to waste time.”
“Of course,” Sandi said, taken aback.
“Cool, see you later!” Quinn said as she continued towards the school.
Daria entered the school. Instantly she noticed many things that didn’t seem right. ‘Of course, Highland wasn’t ‘right’ either,’ she thought. Her trained investigator’s eye saw a great many security cameras along the length of the corridor she was entering. ‘There are at least eight. That’s overkill.’
Another thing was the prominence of the football team amongst the posters advertising the school’s clubs and sports teams. She touched a button in one of her pockets and slowly rotated as the camera hidden in one of her coat buttons took photos. ‘That’s a fifth of that film used,’ she thought when she was done. She then looked for the principal’s office where the new students were to report.
( Daria and Quinn were not the only students to begin at Lawndale High that day. )
Lawndale, MD
15 September 1997
A blue Lexus approached a suburban High School.
“Girls, I just want you to know your mother and I realize it's not easy moving to a whole new town -- especially for you, Daria, right?” Jake Morgendorffer asked.
In the back, his daughter Daria, asked “Did we move?”
“I'm just saying you don't make friends as easily as... uh, some people.”
Daria looked at her younger sister. “Quinn, for instance?”
“That's not what I meant... necessarily.” Jake turned the radio off. “The point is, the first day at a new school is bound to be difficult...”
Daria smirked and took out a device from one of her pockets. She pressed a couple of the buttons and the radio turned back on, with the volume increased. “Speak up, Dad! Can't hear you!”
“Uh, where was I?” Jake asked. He turned the radio off again. “Oh, yeah...”
Stacy Rowe saw noticed a cute, athletic, teen, with long red hair emerge from a Lexus wearing a stylish athletic outfit. “Hi! You're cool. What's your name?”
“Quinn Morgendorffer.”
“Cool name,” Stacy’s ... fellow Fashion Club member (and President), Sandi Griffin, said.
“Will you go out with me?” An instantly besmitten boy asked.
“Not right away, I’m going to take a while to settle in. Find all the clubs that I’d be interested in,” Quinn said.
Sandi took that as a cue. “Sandi Griffin, Fashion Club President. Your outfit is quite interesting.”
“Thanks,” Quinn said. Her voice then showed her interest. “Fashion Club, did you say? I’m in!”
“Cool!” Stacy said.
“Not right away, there is paperwork to fill out,” Sandi said.
“Can it be filled out in a day?” Quinn asked. “Best not to waste time.”
“Of course,” Sandi said, taken aback.
“Cool, see you later!” Quinn said as she continued towards the school.
Daria entered the school. Instantly she noticed many things that didn’t seem right. ‘Of course, Highland wasn’t ‘right’ either,’ she thought. Her trained investigator’s eye saw a great many security cameras along the length of the corridor she was entering. ‘There are at least eight. That’s overkill.’
Another thing was the prominence of the football team amongst the posters advertising the school’s clubs and sports teams. She touched a button in one of her pockets and slowly rotated as the camera hidden in one of her coat buttons took photos. ‘That’s a fifth of that film used,’ she thought when she was done. She then looked for the principal’s office where the new students were to report.
( Daria and Quinn were not the only students to begin at Lawndale High that day. )
