Quinn's Code - The Grounded Geek - Part 2
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fardell24January 19, 2006
The next morning, as Quinn entered the kitchen Jake burst into song. “There she is, Miss American Bookworm.” He then said “You really must have been burning the midnight oil last night.”
“What do you mean?” Quinn asked.
“I mean your Shakespeare study group.”
Her excuse from the previous evening had slipped her mind. “What are you talking about?”
“The study group you went to. The sign in sheet said you got back at eleven-thirty...” Jake paused. “But now that I think about it, I went to bed at eleven-forty-five. Hey, I thought you got that watch fixed?”
“A couple of times,” Daria said. Toast popped up. “Prepare to be busted! She said in a gloating tone.
Quinn then remembered the previous evening. “Oops!” she whispered.
“Quinn, were you at a study group last night or did you go on a date?” Helen asked angrily. She had thought that her younger daughter knew better...
“Don't you see how your new rules are strangling me? Yes, I went on a date, but he's interesting.”
“Interesting, you mean you're in love with him?” Jake asked.
“With whom,” Helen asked.
“No! Don't put words in my mouth.” Quinn said. She paused. She couldn't quite remember his name. “Cliff, or Clint, is just a friend. That's all.”
“You don't even know his name, and you're in love with him!” Jake raged.
“You know what? You didn't listen to me! I said he's just a friend.”
Jake didn't let that deter him. “Do you have any idea how many of these rules you've broken?!”
Daria closed the tablets. “How many, Dad? And which ones?”
“Wha... what's that got to do with it?” Jake asked, confused.
Quinn gave in. “OK, ground me!” she directed.
“I wish it were that simple,” Helen said.
“Exactly,” Jake said. “What?”
Helen pointed to a point on one of the tablets.
Family Court
“You've got to be kidding me,” Daria said.
“That's not a good answer,” Helen said..
On the way to school, Quinn met with her friends, Cindy Brolsma and Kristen Bell. “What's up?” Cindy asked, noticing that Quinn was slightly out of sorts (in that she wasn't very talkative, and wasn't as bright as she habitually was.)
“Oh, If Mom just wants to ground me for being late two nights in a row, she should just ground me! Not institute some experimental 'Family Court'!”
“Family Court?” Kristen asked, curious.
“Exactly what it sounds like,” Quinn said.
“Sounds, strange,” Kristen said.
“You want to get grounded?” Cindy asked incredulously.
“Of course not! But I don't want it dragged out in a long 'process' either,” Quinn grumbled.
“I wouldn't either,” Kristen said.
“That would be annoying,” Cindy agreed.
“Tell me about it!”
Between classes Daria was at her locker with her friends, Jane Lane and Jennifer Burns. “So instead of saying, 'Don't come home so late,' now they've created some elaborate punishment system.
“You mean like a spanking machine?” Jane asked.
“I mean like Family Court,” Daria said.
“That sounds, weird,” Jennifer stated.
“Due process? Jane asked, rhetorically. “Yikes.”
Jodie Landon then came up. “Hey, you guys wanna buy tickets for the faculty-DJ roller hockey game?”
“We'll take three,” Jane said.
Jennifer nodded.
Daria was incredulous. “What? You're gonna pay to watch teachers skate around with DJs? Classic rock DJs?”
“You weren't here last year, Daria,” Jodie said. She launched into a description of the previous year's game...
Flashback – 50 weeks earlier
Roller Hockey Game
History teacher Mr. Anthony DeMartino contested with 'Rock & Roll Randy' for the puck.
Mr. DeMartino grabbed his chest. “Argh!” He collapsed to the floor.
Rock & Roll Randy was then in control of the puck. “Rock and roll, foreva!”
“Help... me.”
Language Arts Teacher Mr. Timothy O'Neil stopped next to his colleague. “Oh No! Anthony! Someone get the paramedics!”
Mr. DeMartino lay still on the floor.
End Flashback - Present
“Mr. DeMartino had to have an emergency angioplasty. He almost died,” Jodie explained.
“What are you saying?” Daria asked.
“You know how there are people who go to car races on the chance that they might see a crash?” Jodie asked.
Daria took out some money. “I'm in,” she said.
“Cool.”
“This is going to be great!” Jane said.
The next morning, as Quinn entered the kitchen Jake burst into song. “There she is, Miss American Bookworm.” He then said “You really must have been burning the midnight oil last night.”
“What do you mean?” Quinn asked.
“I mean your Shakespeare study group.”
Her excuse from the previous evening had slipped her mind. “What are you talking about?”
“The study group you went to. The sign in sheet said you got back at eleven-thirty...” Jake paused. “But now that I think about it, I went to bed at eleven-forty-five. Hey, I thought you got that watch fixed?”
“A couple of times,” Daria said. Toast popped up. “Prepare to be busted! She said in a gloating tone.
Quinn then remembered the previous evening. “Oops!” she whispered.
“Quinn, were you at a study group last night or did you go on a date?” Helen asked angrily. She had thought that her younger daughter knew better...
“Don't you see how your new rules are strangling me? Yes, I went on a date, but he's interesting.”
“Interesting, you mean you're in love with him?” Jake asked.
“With whom,” Helen asked.
“No! Don't put words in my mouth.” Quinn said. She paused. She couldn't quite remember his name. “Cliff, or Clint, is just a friend. That's all.”
“You don't even know his name, and you're in love with him!” Jake raged.
“You know what? You didn't listen to me! I said he's just a friend.”
Jake didn't let that deter him. “Do you have any idea how many of these rules you've broken?!”
Daria closed the tablets. “How many, Dad? And which ones?”
“Wha... what's that got to do with it?” Jake asked, confused.
Quinn gave in. “OK, ground me!” she directed.
“I wish it were that simple,” Helen said.
“Exactly,” Jake said. “What?”
Helen pointed to a point on one of the tablets.
Family Court
“You've got to be kidding me,” Daria said.
“That's not a good answer,” Helen said..
On the way to school, Quinn met with her friends, Cindy Brolsma and Kristen Bell. “What's up?” Cindy asked, noticing that Quinn was slightly out of sorts (in that she wasn't very talkative, and wasn't as bright as she habitually was.)
“Oh, If Mom just wants to ground me for being late two nights in a row, she should just ground me! Not institute some experimental 'Family Court'!”
“Family Court?” Kristen asked, curious.
“Exactly what it sounds like,” Quinn said.
“Sounds, strange,” Kristen said.
“You want to get grounded?” Cindy asked incredulously.
“Of course not! But I don't want it dragged out in a long 'process' either,” Quinn grumbled.
“I wouldn't either,” Kristen said.
“That would be annoying,” Cindy agreed.
“Tell me about it!”
Between classes Daria was at her locker with her friends, Jane Lane and Jennifer Burns. “So instead of saying, 'Don't come home so late,' now they've created some elaborate punishment system.
“You mean like a spanking machine?” Jane asked.
“I mean like Family Court,” Daria said.
“That sounds, weird,” Jennifer stated.
“Due process? Jane asked, rhetorically. “Yikes.”
Jodie Landon then came up. “Hey, you guys wanna buy tickets for the faculty-DJ roller hockey game?”
“We'll take three,” Jane said.
Jennifer nodded.
Daria was incredulous. “What? You're gonna pay to watch teachers skate around with DJs? Classic rock DJs?”
“You weren't here last year, Daria,” Jodie said. She launched into a description of the previous year's game...
Flashback – 50 weeks earlier
Roller Hockey Game
History teacher Mr. Anthony DeMartino contested with 'Rock & Roll Randy' for the puck.
Mr. DeMartino grabbed his chest. “Argh!” He collapsed to the floor.
Rock & Roll Randy was then in control of the puck. “Rock and roll, foreva!”
“Help... me.”
Language Arts Teacher Mr. Timothy O'Neil stopped next to his colleague. “Oh No! Anthony! Someone get the paramedics!”
Mr. DeMartino lay still on the floor.
End Flashback - Present
“Mr. DeMartino had to have an emergency angioplasty. He almost died,” Jodie explained.
“What are you saying?” Daria asked.
“You know how there are people who go to car races on the chance that they might see a crash?” Jodie asked.
Daria took out some money. “I'm in,” she said.
“Cool.”
“This is going to be great!” Jane said.
