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fardell24Daria – Beach Party Invitation
Daria Morgendorffer approached the counter with trepidation. She didn’t know what the cafeteria staff were serving up today. “Uh! I hate it when the trays are wet,” Brittany Taylor said beside her.
“‘That which does not kill us makes us stronger,’" she said quoting Nietzsche.
“Is that from a song?” Brittany asked. “Hey, thanks for helping me out in Art.”
“No problem.”
“Maybe I could help you out in something.”
“Well, you could show me how to twirl hair around my little finger and look vacant,” Daria snarked.
Brittany did just that. “I don’t think that’s something you can teach. I know! You can come to my backyard beach party Saturday afternoon.”
“Backyard beach party?” Daria asked.
“Yes,” Brittany responded. “We had a pool with a wave machine put in. There is also a lot of sand around it, so it’s kind of like a beach!”
‘I see,” Daria said. ‘Of course, the Taylors would want of show off how wealthy they are!’
“But just this once of course.”
“Gee, Brittany. I'm overcome with emotion.”
“You need a napkin? Anyway, I promised the other cheerleaders that I wouldn't invite any more really attractive girls.”
“Now I'm especially flattered.”
Daria was still thinking about the invitation as she arrived at her friend Jane Lane’s house that afternoon. When she entered Jane’s room, she saw her friend looking through a sketchbook.
Life drawings? She didn’t know Jane did life drawings! She said so.
“I did them last summer. Want a look?”
“Sure.”
Daria Morgendorffer approached the counter with trepidation. She didn’t know what the cafeteria staff were serving up today. “Uh! I hate it when the trays are wet,” Brittany Taylor said beside her.
“‘That which does not kill us makes us stronger,’" she said quoting Nietzsche.
“Is that from a song?” Brittany asked. “Hey, thanks for helping me out in Art.”
“No problem.”
“Maybe I could help you out in something.”
“Well, you could show me how to twirl hair around my little finger and look vacant,” Daria snarked.
Brittany did just that. “I don’t think that’s something you can teach. I know! You can come to my backyard beach party Saturday afternoon.”
“Backyard beach party?” Daria asked.
“Yes,” Brittany responded. “We had a pool with a wave machine put in. There is also a lot of sand around it, so it’s kind of like a beach!”
‘I see,” Daria said. ‘Of course, the Taylors would want of show off how wealthy they are!’
“But just this once of course.”
“Gee, Brittany. I'm overcome with emotion.”
“You need a napkin? Anyway, I promised the other cheerleaders that I wouldn't invite any more really attractive girls.”
“Now I'm especially flattered.”
Daria was still thinking about the invitation as she arrived at her friend Jane Lane’s house that afternoon. When she entered Jane’s room, she saw her friend looking through a sketchbook.
Life drawings? She didn’t know Jane did life drawings! She said so.
“I did them last summer. Want a look?”
“Sure.”
