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Once they had ordered their pizza’s they found a booth. “So, we were going to talk about ourselves?” Brittany asked.
“Yes,” Daria answered.
“So…”
“You can start.”
“Sure. As you can guess, I like sports…” Brittany began.
Daria wasn’t sure. Brittany did seem nice, but she wasn’t sure she wanted a cheerleader as a friend. She thought for a few moments after Brittany finished telling her about herself. ‘So far, Lawndale is better than that place in Texas.’ She reflected for a few more seconds. “As you may have already guessed, I’m rather cynical and sarcastic, using the latter as a kind of shield.”
“So, you’re saying you don’t want to be a friend?” Brittany asked, sounding less ‘hip’ than earlier.
“No, I’m telling you what to expect. Given that you have been friendly since you entered that classroom, I’m willing to try to make friends with you. Most people would have been put off by the way I acted.”
“I was annoyed about the history quiz.”
“I could see that,” Daria said.
“Go on.”
“Right. I grew up in a small town in Texas…”
Daria finished talking about herself (at least, what she wanted to share at the moment) and the Pizza. “Thanks for hearing me out,” she said.
“That’s OK,” Brittany responded. “So, Highland was rough?”
“Very rough,” Daria answered. “I’m relieved to be in a safer place, like Lawndale, even if it’s seems like it will be boring.”
“Lawndale may seem boring, but there are things to do if you look for them.”
“But how many of those involve sports?”
“Less than you may think,” Brittany said with a wry expression. “I don’t like all sports.”
‘It seems that we have that in common. The use of wit, although it seems she doesn’t use it often.’ Daria then looked at her watch. 5:19. “Getting a little late.”
Brittany looked at the time herself. “Would you like me to drop you home?”
Daria was sure she would take time to find her way home if she went by herself, given that she didn’t know Lawndale that well yet. “Sure.”
Brittany parked in front of a large red brick house on Glen Oaks Lane. “So, I’ll see you tomorrow?” she asked.
“This afternoon was better than I expected,” Daria responded. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” She got out of the car and gave a brief wave before walking towards the house.
‘Cool!’ Brittany thought as she drove off.
Brittany arrived home to see that her father was home early. “Did something happen?” she asked.
“Oh, nothing happened,” he answered. “I was just curious as to how the meeting with that other student went.”
“It went well, although she’s a little unusual.”
“Unusual, how?”
“I meant, she’s shy and cynical of everything,” Brittany answered. That was all she was going to say, so she headed up to her room.
The next day, Daria saw Brittany approaching with another cheerleader. ‘Oh boy!’ she thought. ‘Of course, Brittany would want to introduce me to others in her circle.’
“Hi, Daria. This is my friend, Donna.”
“Hi, Daria. Brittany said you are new here,” Donna said, her short red hair bobbing.
“Yes. We moved to Lawndale last week.” Daria then saw a flash of more familiar red hair nearby. Her sister, Quinn, being her usual self.
“So, like, what do you like to do after school?” a boy asked her.
“Oh, nothing special. Go to the movies... or, like, a theme park... or out for a really fancy meal now and then... or maybe go to a concert, if, like, I know somebody's got good seats and is renting a limo and stuff,” Quinn answered.
“Someone’s moving in for the kill,” Donna murmured, before turning her attention back to Daria.
Brittany also looked in Quinn’s direction briefly.
“Tell me about it,” Daria groused in response to Donna’s comment. “That’s my sister.”
“Eep!” Brittany let out.
“We don’t get along,” Daria admitted.
“So, you’ve got any brothers or sisters?” the boy asked.
“I’m an only child,” Quinn lied.
“That’s not right!” Brittany exclaimed. She was then calmed by Donna placing her hand on her shoulder.
“It’s been like that for a while,” Daria said.
“I may not get along with my brother either, but I wouldn’t deny that we’re related,” Brittany said.
“Nor would I,” Donna said. “Except that I have two younger sisters.”
“It’s been happening for a few years. But let’s talk about something else.”
As they moved down the corridor, Brittany wondered why Daria’s sister didn’t want to admit that she had a sister. ‘I just met Daria, I don’t want to pry.’ She decided to follow Daria’s suggestion to talk about something else. “So, coming to the Pizza place again, this afternoon?”
“Certainly,” Daria answered.
“That’s where you went yesterday?” Donna asked.
“Yes,” Brittany answered.
“By the way, do you have to report to Ms. Li about whether I’m fitting in?” Daria asked.
“Not until tomorrow,” Brittany answered.
“Good. Then that’s what we can talk about this afternoon,” Daria suggested.
“Sure.”
“But now… Donna, have you and Brittany been friends long?”
“Since fifth grade, why?”
“Curiosity. Also wondering whether I could try to make more than one friend.”
Brittany thought for a moment. It was clear that Daria had done a lot of thinking since the previous afternoon. “Of course, you can,” she said, trying to be encouraging.
Daria gave a small smile. Then the bell for the next class rang.
Brittany was waiting in the parking lot for Daria as Kevin came up. “Babe? You didn’t say how it went with that Brain chick.”
“She has a name, Kevvy.”
“Um, is it, Dora?”
“Daria, and it seems it will take a while for her to fit in.”
“Oh!” Kevin said. “She’s coming now.”
Daria came up. “Is Kevin coming to?”
“Not with us. He has his own jeep.”
“Going where?”
“The Pizza place.”
“All right!”
Once they had ordered their pizza’s they found a booth. “So, we were going to talk about ourselves?” Brittany asked.
“Yes,” Daria answered.
“So…”
“You can start.”
“Sure. As you can guess, I like sports…” Brittany began.
Daria wasn’t sure. Brittany did seem nice, but she wasn’t sure she wanted a cheerleader as a friend. She thought for a few moments after Brittany finished telling her about herself. ‘So far, Lawndale is better than that place in Texas.’ She reflected for a few more seconds. “As you may have already guessed, I’m rather cynical and sarcastic, using the latter as a kind of shield.”
“So, you’re saying you don’t want to be a friend?” Brittany asked, sounding less ‘hip’ than earlier.
“No, I’m telling you what to expect. Given that you have been friendly since you entered that classroom, I’m willing to try to make friends with you. Most people would have been put off by the way I acted.”
“I was annoyed about the history quiz.”
“I could see that,” Daria said.
“Go on.”
“Right. I grew up in a small town in Texas…”
Daria finished talking about herself (at least, what she wanted to share at the moment) and the Pizza. “Thanks for hearing me out,” she said.
“That’s OK,” Brittany responded. “So, Highland was rough?”
“Very rough,” Daria answered. “I’m relieved to be in a safer place, like Lawndale, even if it’s seems like it will be boring.”
“Lawndale may seem boring, but there are things to do if you look for them.”
“But how many of those involve sports?”
“Less than you may think,” Brittany said with a wry expression. “I don’t like all sports.”
‘It seems that we have that in common. The use of wit, although it seems she doesn’t use it often.’ Daria then looked at her watch. 5:19. “Getting a little late.”
Brittany looked at the time herself. “Would you like me to drop you home?”
Daria was sure she would take time to find her way home if she went by herself, given that she didn’t know Lawndale that well yet. “Sure.”
Brittany parked in front of a large red brick house on Glen Oaks Lane. “So, I’ll see you tomorrow?” she asked.
“This afternoon was better than I expected,” Daria responded. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” She got out of the car and gave a brief wave before walking towards the house.
‘Cool!’ Brittany thought as she drove off.
Brittany arrived home to see that her father was home early. “Did something happen?” she asked.
“Oh, nothing happened,” he answered. “I was just curious as to how the meeting with that other student went.”
“It went well, although she’s a little unusual.”
“Unusual, how?”
“I meant, she’s shy and cynical of everything,” Brittany answered. That was all she was going to say, so she headed up to her room.
The next day, Daria saw Brittany approaching with another cheerleader. ‘Oh boy!’ she thought. ‘Of course, Brittany would want to introduce me to others in her circle.’
“Hi, Daria. This is my friend, Donna.”
“Hi, Daria. Brittany said you are new here,” Donna said, her short red hair bobbing.
“Yes. We moved to Lawndale last week.” Daria then saw a flash of more familiar red hair nearby. Her sister, Quinn, being her usual self.
“So, like, what do you like to do after school?” a boy asked her.
“Oh, nothing special. Go to the movies... or, like, a theme park... or out for a really fancy meal now and then... or maybe go to a concert, if, like, I know somebody's got good seats and is renting a limo and stuff,” Quinn answered.
“Someone’s moving in for the kill,” Donna murmured, before turning her attention back to Daria.
Brittany also looked in Quinn’s direction briefly.
“Tell me about it,” Daria groused in response to Donna’s comment. “That’s my sister.”
“Eep!” Brittany let out.
“We don’t get along,” Daria admitted.
“So, you’ve got any brothers or sisters?” the boy asked.
“I’m an only child,” Quinn lied.
“That’s not right!” Brittany exclaimed. She was then calmed by Donna placing her hand on her shoulder.
“It’s been like that for a while,” Daria said.
“I may not get along with my brother either, but I wouldn’t deny that we’re related,” Brittany said.
“Nor would I,” Donna said. “Except that I have two younger sisters.”
“It’s been happening for a few years. But let’s talk about something else.”
As they moved down the corridor, Brittany wondered why Daria’s sister didn’t want to admit that she had a sister. ‘I just met Daria, I don’t want to pry.’ She decided to follow Daria’s suggestion to talk about something else. “So, coming to the Pizza place again, this afternoon?”
“Certainly,” Daria answered.
“That’s where you went yesterday?” Donna asked.
“Yes,” Brittany answered.
“By the way, do you have to report to Ms. Li about whether I’m fitting in?” Daria asked.
“Not until tomorrow,” Brittany answered.
“Good. Then that’s what we can talk about this afternoon,” Daria suggested.
“Sure.”
“But now… Donna, have you and Brittany been friends long?”
“Since fifth grade, why?”
“Curiosity. Also wondering whether I could try to make more than one friend.”
Brittany thought for a moment. It was clear that Daria had done a lot of thinking since the previous afternoon. “Of course, you can,” she said, trying to be encouraging.
Daria gave a small smile. Then the bell for the next class rang.
Brittany was waiting in the parking lot for Daria as Kevin came up. “Babe? You didn’t say how it went with that Brain chick.”
“She has a name, Kevvy.”
“Um, is it, Dora?”
“Daria, and it seems it will take a while for her to fit in.”
“Oh!” Kevin said. “She’s coming now.”
Daria came up. “Is Kevin coming to?”
“Not with us. He has his own jeep.”
“Going where?”
“The Pizza place.”
“All right!”
