The First Party Part 3
That afternoon, Jane and Stacy met Daria and Quinn outside the Morgendorffer residence again.
“So, this afternoon?” Stacy asked.
“You know about Brittany’s party this weekend, right?”
“Sure.”
“We’re going to walk to the edge of Crewe Neck and back,” Daria said.
“Good idea,” Quinn said.
“Yeah,” Stacy agreed.
“Let’s go,” Jane said.
The four of them soon set off, heading south towards Crewe Neck through the neighbourhoods that made up the area of Lawndale that was usually called ‘Lawndale West’. They zigzagged through the streets. Daria thought that that would give them all a better feel of the area.
They had reached the edge of Lawndale West, and indeed Lawndale’s main urban area when they heard someone call out to them.
Daria turned. “Hello?”
“Daria, is it?”
“Yes, and you are?”
“Aleesha.”
“Last name, Nibblett,” Stacy whispered in Daria’s ear.
“Right,” Daria said. She looked at the African American teen. (It really wasn’t a mystery why Lawndale was so white.) “So you are wondering why I’m going towards Crewe Neck?”
“Not really. I know that Brittany did invite someone new to her party.”
“Right,” Daria said.
“The Mystery Club is also interesting.”
“You can ask at the office tomorrow.”
“Sure, so can I come now?”
“I can’t stop you.”
“Cool.”
Fifteen minutes later, they arrived outside Crewe Neck. “So what now?” Quinn asked.
“We go back to our place, along different streets,” Daria answered.
“OK,” Quinn said.
( An hour later... )
That afternoon, Jane and Stacy met Daria and Quinn outside the Morgendorffer residence again.
“So, this afternoon?” Stacy asked.
“You know about Brittany’s party this weekend, right?”
“Sure.”
“We’re going to walk to the edge of Crewe Neck and back,” Daria said.
“Good idea,” Quinn said.
“Yeah,” Stacy agreed.
“Let’s go,” Jane said.
The four of them soon set off, heading south towards Crewe Neck through the neighbourhoods that made up the area of Lawndale that was usually called ‘Lawndale West’. They zigzagged through the streets. Daria thought that that would give them all a better feel of the area.
They had reached the edge of Lawndale West, and indeed Lawndale’s main urban area when they heard someone call out to them.
Daria turned. “Hello?”
“Daria, is it?”
“Yes, and you are?”
“Aleesha.”
“Last name, Nibblett,” Stacy whispered in Daria’s ear.
“Right,” Daria said. She looked at the African American teen. (It really wasn’t a mystery why Lawndale was so white.) “So you are wondering why I’m going towards Crewe Neck?”
“Not really. I know that Brittany did invite someone new to her party.”
“Right,” Daria said.
“The Mystery Club is also interesting.”
“You can ask at the office tomorrow.”
“Sure, so can I come now?”
“I can’t stop you.”
“Cool.”
Fifteen minutes later, they arrived outside Crewe Neck. “So what now?” Quinn asked.
“We go back to our place, along different streets,” Daria answered.
“OK,” Quinn said.
( An hour later... )