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fardell24Daria and the Impossible
Asylum
Daria Morgendorffer awoke with a start. She had just had a nightmare in which Beavis and Butthead featured prominently. “Highland!” she said with a moan. It seemed that even with nearly sixteen months spent in Lawndale she hadn’t put that place in Texas completely behind her. She looked at her clock. 7:30. Time to get ready for school.
As she arrived at school, she met her friend, Jane Lane. “Rough night?” Jane asked.
“Yes,” Daria said. She wasn’t willing to say more.
Jane could tell something was up. “Huh, huh.”
“Something to do with Texas,” Daria allowed.
“I see,” Jane said. “I know you don’t want to talk about your old school, but maybe you should if you’re having nightmares about it.”
“Maybe.” Daria was about to say more, when there was an interruption.
“Daria Morgendorffer? Jane Lane?”
Daria turned and saw that it was one of the agents who had lead away DeMartino in cuffs a few weeks earlier. “Who’s asking,” she asked.
The agent produced a badge. “Agent Leung, FBI.”
“And you’re willing to provide credentials now?” Jane asked skeptically, as he and partner hadn’t the last time they were in the school.
“An unfortunate need for operational security,” Agent Leung said as apology.
“Acceptable,” Daria said, although she was wondering if there were people in the school (staff or students) the agency had an eye on.
Asylum
Daria Morgendorffer awoke with a start. She had just had a nightmare in which Beavis and Butthead featured prominently. “Highland!” she said with a moan. It seemed that even with nearly sixteen months spent in Lawndale she hadn’t put that place in Texas completely behind her. She looked at her clock. 7:30. Time to get ready for school.
As she arrived at school, she met her friend, Jane Lane. “Rough night?” Jane asked.
“Yes,” Daria said. She wasn’t willing to say more.
Jane could tell something was up. “Huh, huh.”
“Something to do with Texas,” Daria allowed.
“I see,” Jane said. “I know you don’t want to talk about your old school, but maybe you should if you’re having nightmares about it.”
“Maybe.” Daria was about to say more, when there was an interruption.
“Daria Morgendorffer? Jane Lane?”
Daria turned and saw that it was one of the agents who had lead away DeMartino in cuffs a few weeks earlier. “Who’s asking,” she asked.
The agent produced a badge. “Agent Leung, FBI.”
“And you’re willing to provide credentials now?” Jane asked skeptically, as he and partner hadn’t the last time they were in the school.
“An unfortunate need for operational security,” Agent Leung said as apology.
“Acceptable,” Daria said, although she was wondering if there were people in the school (staff or students) the agency had an eye on.
