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fardell24Quinn's Code (A Daria AU)
Story 1 – The Esteemsters Code Part 1
Lawndale, MD, USA
Monday, September 20, 2005
The blue Lexus approached the High School.
“Girls, I just want you to know your mother and I realise it's not easy moving to a whole new town -- especially for you, Daria, right?” Jake Morgendorffer said.
“Did we move?” his 15, almost 16, year old daughter, Daria, said with a touch of sarcasm.
“I am just saying you don't make friends as easily as, uh, some people,” Jake said.
The car radio suddenly blared “It's all about the Pentiums!” as Jake's 14½ year old daughter Quinn turned up Weird Al Yankovic's song It's all about the Pentiums.
“Quinn, for instance?”
“That's not what I meant, necessarily,” Jake said, as he switched the radio off. “The point is, the first day at a new school is bound to be difficult... “
Daria leaned forward and turned on the radio, cranking it up “... If you could use a nice heavy paperweight! The Digital Media is write protected! Every file inspected. No viruses detected....”
“Speak up Dad! Can't hear you!” Daria shouted.
“Uh, where was I,” he turned off the radio. “Oh yeah.” The Morgendorffers see that they had arrived at the school.
“Don't get upset if it takes the other kids a little while to warm up to you.”
Quinn grabbed her bag of books and her laptop in its case as she got out of the car. “See you tonight, Daddy,” she said.
With her pixie-length red hair, pretty, freckled face and pink shirt (with the logo of the first Matrix film and Keanu Reeves' face on it), Quinn attracted a lot of attention.
“Hi, What is your name?” a brunette with her hair in braided pig tails said.
“Quinn Morgendorffer.”
“Cool Name,” another, regal looking brunette said, in a faux valley girl accent.
Meanwhile Daria slipped out of the car and into the school without notice.
“Will you go out with me?” a boy asked. Quinn put her hand to her forehead.
'Not again!' she thought. She didn't want to go out with a boy that she had just met, without getting to know him first. “Maybe,” she said. She then turned to the girl whom had said that her name was cool. “You know my name, what's yours?” she asked.
“Sandi Griffin.”
“That sounds cool too,” Quinn said.
“Would you like to join the Fashion Club?” Sandi asked.
“There is a vice-presidential position available,” the pig-tailed brunette said.
''Fashion Club?” Quinn wasn't sure that she wanted to join such a club. “And you are?” she said, turning to the one with the pig-tails.
The pig-tailed brunette hesitated before saying “Stacy, Stacy Rowe. I'm the secretary. Sandi's the President.”
“Are you two the only one's in the club?” Quinn asked, with curiosity, and starting to back away.
“Oh no. There is, like, a third member, but she is not here yet,” Sandi said.
“Sorry Sandi. I don't want to join the Fashion Club,” Quinn said.
“Why not?” Sandi asked, archly.
Quinn started backing away, towards the school. Her 'gut' seemed to be saying that Sandi wouldn't take a refusal lightly.
“That is not where my interest lies. Does the school have a Computer Club?”
“Computer Club? Why do you, like, want to know about that? It's full of geeks!” Sandi said.
Quinn was outraged. “I am a geek! And I was popular at my last school, despite that status! So far Lawndale appears to be much better than Highland, so I am sure I will be a popular geek here too!” She ran off towards the school.
Sandi Griffin looked at Quinn Morgendorffer as she ran into the school building “I may be a freshman, but I know that geeks are, like, not popular here!” she said.
“Why did you scare her off, Sandi?” Stacy Rowe asked.
Sandi glared at her.
“Eep!”
Mrs. Manson, Lawndale High's psychologist held a picture up in front of Quinn. “What do you see here?” she asked.
“Looks like two people talking,” Quinn said.
“That's right. Can you make up a little story about what it is they're discussing?”
“They are living together and they trying to put their computers in the same network, so they can share their ADSL router. They have just got up from a session of trying to get it to work. She says that he needs to get a newer version of Windows so it can talk to her Linux system. And he is saying that if she had Windows that it would work. Then she says that she doesn't want to put up with Microsoft's crapware any more than she needs to. He then says that she should then get a Mac. She then says that PC's have better hardware...”
Mrs. Manson interrupted “Very good Quinn. Now, Dora, let's see if you can make up a story as vivid as, though less technical than, your sister's.
“It's Daria.”
“I'm sorry... Daria. What do you see in the picture, Dara?”
“Um... a herd of beautiful wild ponies running free across the plains.”
At recess Quinn entered the front office. The receptionist greeted her.
“Hi, I am looking for information on the Computer Club.”
“Actually, there are two Computer Clubs,” the receptionist said.
“Ok, I would like information on both of them,” Quinn said.
The receptionist turned to the computer and soon two sheets come out of the printer.
“Here, information on the Computer Club and the Programming Club,” the receptionist said, handing the sheets over.
“Thanks!” Quinn said. She then left.
At her locker, she glanced at the information on the sheets.
Club Name: Computer Club
President: Jodie Landon
Vice President: Jennifer Burns
Club Name: Programming Club
President: Andrea Hecuba
Vice President: Dewey Rogers
'Ok, at lunch I will try to get in contact with these people,' she thought. She placed the sheets in the locker and closed it.
Story 1 – The Esteemsters Code Part 1
Lawndale, MD, USA
Monday, September 20, 2005
The blue Lexus approached the High School.
“Girls, I just want you to know your mother and I realise it's not easy moving to a whole new town -- especially for you, Daria, right?” Jake Morgendorffer said.
“Did we move?” his 15, almost 16, year old daughter, Daria, said with a touch of sarcasm.
“I am just saying you don't make friends as easily as, uh, some people,” Jake said.
The car radio suddenly blared “It's all about the Pentiums!” as Jake's 14½ year old daughter Quinn turned up Weird Al Yankovic's song It's all about the Pentiums.
“Quinn, for instance?”
“That's not what I meant, necessarily,” Jake said, as he switched the radio off. “The point is, the first day at a new school is bound to be difficult... “
Daria leaned forward and turned on the radio, cranking it up “... If you could use a nice heavy paperweight! The Digital Media is write protected! Every file inspected. No viruses detected....”
“Speak up Dad! Can't hear you!” Daria shouted.
“Uh, where was I,” he turned off the radio. “Oh yeah.” The Morgendorffers see that they had arrived at the school.
“Don't get upset if it takes the other kids a little while to warm up to you.”
Quinn grabbed her bag of books and her laptop in its case as she got out of the car. “See you tonight, Daddy,” she said.
With her pixie-length red hair, pretty, freckled face and pink shirt (with the logo of the first Matrix film and Keanu Reeves' face on it), Quinn attracted a lot of attention.
“Hi, What is your name?” a brunette with her hair in braided pig tails said.
“Quinn Morgendorffer.”
“Cool Name,” another, regal looking brunette said, in a faux valley girl accent.
Meanwhile Daria slipped out of the car and into the school without notice.
“Will you go out with me?” a boy asked. Quinn put her hand to her forehead.
'Not again!' she thought. She didn't want to go out with a boy that she had just met, without getting to know him first. “Maybe,” she said. She then turned to the girl whom had said that her name was cool. “You know my name, what's yours?” she asked.
“Sandi Griffin.”
“That sounds cool too,” Quinn said.
“Would you like to join the Fashion Club?” Sandi asked.
“There is a vice-presidential position available,” the pig-tailed brunette said.
''Fashion Club?” Quinn wasn't sure that she wanted to join such a club. “And you are?” she said, turning to the one with the pig-tails.
The pig-tailed brunette hesitated before saying “Stacy, Stacy Rowe. I'm the secretary. Sandi's the President.”
“Are you two the only one's in the club?” Quinn asked, with curiosity, and starting to back away.
“Oh no. There is, like, a third member, but she is not here yet,” Sandi said.
“Sorry Sandi. I don't want to join the Fashion Club,” Quinn said.
“Why not?” Sandi asked, archly.
Quinn started backing away, towards the school. Her 'gut' seemed to be saying that Sandi wouldn't take a refusal lightly.
“That is not where my interest lies. Does the school have a Computer Club?”
“Computer Club? Why do you, like, want to know about that? It's full of geeks!” Sandi said.
Quinn was outraged. “I am a geek! And I was popular at my last school, despite that status! So far Lawndale appears to be much better than Highland, so I am sure I will be a popular geek here too!” She ran off towards the school.
Sandi Griffin looked at Quinn Morgendorffer as she ran into the school building “I may be a freshman, but I know that geeks are, like, not popular here!” she said.
“Why did you scare her off, Sandi?” Stacy Rowe asked.
Sandi glared at her.
“Eep!”
Mrs. Manson, Lawndale High's psychologist held a picture up in front of Quinn. “What do you see here?” she asked.
“Looks like two people talking,” Quinn said.
“That's right. Can you make up a little story about what it is they're discussing?”
“They are living together and they trying to put their computers in the same network, so they can share their ADSL router. They have just got up from a session of trying to get it to work. She says that he needs to get a newer version of Windows so it can talk to her Linux system. And he is saying that if she had Windows that it would work. Then she says that she doesn't want to put up with Microsoft's crapware any more than she needs to. He then says that she should then get a Mac. She then says that PC's have better hardware...”
Mrs. Manson interrupted “Very good Quinn. Now, Dora, let's see if you can make up a story as vivid as, though less technical than, your sister's.
“It's Daria.”
“I'm sorry... Daria. What do you see in the picture, Dara?”
“Um... a herd of beautiful wild ponies running free across the plains.”
At recess Quinn entered the front office. The receptionist greeted her.
“Hi, I am looking for information on the Computer Club.”
“Actually, there are two Computer Clubs,” the receptionist said.
“Ok, I would like information on both of them,” Quinn said.
The receptionist turned to the computer and soon two sheets come out of the printer.
“Here, information on the Computer Club and the Programming Club,” the receptionist said, handing the sheets over.
“Thanks!” Quinn said. She then left.
At her locker, she glanced at the information on the sheets.
Club Name: Computer Club
President: Jodie Landon
Vice President: Jennifer Burns
Club Name: Programming Club
President: Andrea Hecuba
Vice President: Dewey Rogers
'Ok, at lunch I will try to get in contact with these people,' she thought. She placed the sheets in the locker and closed it.
