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Sandi didn’t believe her eyes when she saw Stacy and Quinn approaching. Quinn had her hair in the style Stacy usually wore, and was wearing clothes very similar to those Stacy usually wore. Stacy had her hair in the way that Quinn had been wearing hers after her father’s passing and was wearing clothes almost identical to what Quinn usually wore. “What are you two doing?” she asked with annoyance.

“What?” Quinn asked. “We can’t experiment? Isn’t that part of what the Fashion Club is about?”

“Yeah!” Stacy said, in a slightly confident tone.

Sandi seethed. She was being accommodating to Quinn, really. She then saw Tiffany arrive.


Tiffany knew something was up. She was momentarily confused, then realised that Quinn and Stacy had swapped looks for the day. That was fine with her, although she probably wouldn’t do it herself. She was sure that any of the other’s looks would make her look fat. She looked at Sandi and knew that there was trouble immediately ahead. “What’s going on?” she asked in her usual slow tone.


“Don’t you see?” Sandi asked in response to Tiffany’s question.

“That Quinn’s dressed like Stacy and Stacy like Quinn?” Tiffany asked.

“Yes!” Sandi said.

“No-othing wrong with it, just as there’s no-othing wrong with Quinn’s hair,” Tiffany responded.

‘Very good, Tiffany,’ Quinn thought with a smile. She had initially suggested to Stacy to swap styles for the day as a way to hide bed hair after she had slept in, but from the reactions at school so far, she felt it was a good idea.

“Nothing wrong?” Sandi asked rhetorically. “Nothing wrong? Emergency Fashion Club meeting AT LUNCH!” she then stalked away.

Quinn breathed heavily and looked to Stacy, who was breathing heavily. “Deep breaths, Stacy. We’ll get through this.”

“But!”

“We’ll talk to her together,” Quinn said. “Right, Tiffany.”

“Yes,” Tiffany said without hesitation.

Stacy nodded. “Together.”


Daria and Jane had seen the whole thing. “You think it’s the end of the Fashion Club?” the latter asked.

“I doubt it,” Daria said. “As Sandi recognises it, maybe.”

The bell rang.


Helen finished looking over the case files for one of her latest clients. She got up and stretched before heading over to her assistant. “Marianne, could you get me Mr. Fields.”

“Sure, Helen,” Marianne Galway said.

Fields was a Private Investigator that Vitale, Davis, Horowitz, Riordan, Schrecter, Schrecter, and Schrecter had on retainer.

“He’ll be here in ten minutes.”


“Mrs. Morgendorffer?” Fields asked when he entered the office.

“Here,” Helen said as she stood up from her desk. “You can call me Helen.”

“What is the reason for your call? Mr. Vitale already has me trying to find out who SpiderGirl is.”

“Really?” Helen asked. She didn’t really want to know why the Senior Partner wanted to find out who that vigilante was, but was curious nonetheless.

“Yes, but she’s very elusive.”

“I see.”

“So, what is your request.”


Helen laid everything out about her guest.

“I’ll see what I can do,” Fields said after a moment of thinking.

“Thanks,” Helen said.


As they entered the cafeteria, Quinn, Stacy and Tiffany saw Sandi waiting for them at their usual table.

“Let’s get it over with,” Quinn said.

“Definitely,” Stacy said, with determination.


Sandi saw the three come over to her with looks of determination on their faces. ‘They’re intending to stand their ground, I see.’

“Sandi,” Quinn said as she sat down. “We have done nothing wrong.”

“Is that your defense?” Sandi asked.

“Yes,” Stacy answered as she too sat.

“Tiffany?” Sandi asked.

“I can tell them apart,” Tiffany said.

“That’s not my point,” Sandi said.

“No, your point is keeping control over us!” Stacy said. She turned to Quinn. “Let’s get this over with.”

“I move to censure Quinn,” Sandi said, putting her hand up.

Stacy and Tiffany just glared at Sandi.

“Fine!” Sandi said, looking annoyed. “I move to censure Stacy!”

“No,” Quinn said.

“No,” Tiffany added.

“No?” Sandi repeated.

“I mean it, Sandi!” Quinn said.

“First, you change your hair without consulting us. Then you inspire the others to wear all black…”

“We were supporting her in her grief,” Tiffany interrupted.

“I heard that. That doesn’t explain it,” Sandi said with annoyance.

“Yes, it does, Sandi. Besides, it wouldn’t be have been a good idea to reveal my zit!” Quinn said.

“I guess not,” Sandi said sarcastically. “But now today. You two swapping styles.”

“Nothing wrong with it,” Stacy said, defiantly.

“Hiding bed hair,” Quinn said quietly and in a strange tone.

“There are other ways to do that,” Sandi said as she faced sideways.


They weren’t getting anywhere. “Fine!” Sandi said. “You’re all on leave from the Fashion Club until you come to your senses.”

“Actually, only one person at a time can be placed on leave, with the agreement of the other members present,” Stacy said.

“I know that,” Sandi retorted, clearly annoyed at the newly assertive Stacy.

“In fact, we can do one thing,” Quinn said.

“What’s that?” Sandi asked.

“Article Three, Paragraph Four,” Quinn said.

“You want to remove me?” Sandi asked.

“The nuke option, yes,” Quinn said.

“Qui-inn, you want to remove me as President and dissolve the Fashion Club?”

“You leave us no choice, Sandi,” Stacy said.

“Yeah,” Tiffany agreed.

“Fine! Call the vote.”

“Vote at 1:32,” Stacy said.

“Article Three. Paragraph Four. The Membership of the Fashion Club having found themselves in unsolvable disagreement with the President, vote to remove the President and dissolve the Club,” Quinn said.

Quinn, Stacy and Tiffany all raised their hands.

“Fine!” Sandi said, seeing that she was defeated. “Then leave this table immediately.”

Quinn stood up. “We will. I will inform Ms. Li of the Club’s dissolution.”

They then left Sandi fuming there.


“What now?” Stacy asked as they approached the principal’s office.

“What do you mean. We don’t need a club to do what we have been doing,” Quinn said.

Stacy perked up. “Oh, of course.”


Ms. Li took in what Quinn had said, after she had read what Stacy had written. “Thank you for informing me of the club’s dissolution, Ms. Morgendorffer. I shall remove it from the records shortly.”

“I should also say that I don’t have any other extracurricular activities,” Quinn said.

“Nor do I,” Stacy said.

“I see.”

“I will be looking for something this week,” Quinn said.

“Good.”


Sandi was in a grumpy mood the rest of the day. She wanted to destroy something over what Quinn had pulled. Therefore she ran home as soon as the final bell rang. As soon as she got home she went out into the backyard. There were plenty of plants that she could shoot with her powers. For she had powers that she had inherited from her mother. She walked up to a tree and imagined that it was Quinn. Quinn as she was before her father died. ‘That Quinn died with her father,’ Sandi thought. ‘I don’t know this new Quinn.’
She then imagined that it was the new Quinn, not dressed in Stacy’s clothes, but in her own clothes, and with her hair the way it had been the past couple of weeks. She concentrated and her powers activated, purple energy started glowing around her hands. “AAAGGG!” she shouted and started shooting the tree to pieces with her powers.


Quinn and Stacy met Daria and Jane at the Pizza place that was usually frequented by Lawndale High students. “Quinn?” Daria asked.

“The Fashion Club is no more,” Quinn said.

“What?” Daria asked.

“Quinn invoked the nuke option,” Stacy responded.

“Nuclear,” Daria corrected. “But what lead to that decision?”

“Sandi,” Stacy stated.

“That doesn’t answer the question,” Jane said gently.

Quinn took a deep breath and then explained to Daria what had happened.


Daria took in what Quinn had said. That Sandi was still being her antagonistic self despite Quinn obviously still being in grief was unfortunately not surprising. But she had hoped that she would have been there for her. It was obvious that Stacy and Tiffany were.

“Um…”

“Thanks for listening,” Quinn said.

“I always knew Sandi wasn’t a good friend,” Jane said enigmatically.

‘There’s something there,’ Daria thought.


Linda Griffin arrived home to find the backyard a mess, and her daughter seething with her powers active. She activated her own powers. “CASSANDRA APHRODITE GRIFFIN! Explain yourself. Now!”

Sandi turned and deactivated her powers.


It took a while for Linda to understand what her daughter was saying, for she was mostly incoherent.

“So, Quinn invoked the nuclear option. But why was that there?”

“Ms. Li insisted.”

“I see.”

“Also, you should have been more considerate. It’s been less than a month since Mr. Morgendorffer died.”

“Right,” Sandi murmured.

Linda looked around the yard. “You’re going to have to clean this up. Consider that your punishment, along with the loneliness you’re going to feel due to your inconsiderate behaviour.

“What loneliness?”

“Didn’t you say that Stacy and Tiffany went along with Quinn?”

“Yes.”

“See. Now start cleaning up this yard. You will also accompany me to the nursery this weekend.”

“Yes, Mother.”


Helen was home when both her daughters got home. She saw that Quinn was wearing Stacy’s clothes. “You’re going to return those tomorrow, right?”

“Of course,” Quinn said. “Is Linda still here?”

“She is.”

“I see.”

“Then I’ll be at Jane’s tonight,” Daria said.

“Thanks for letting me know,” Helen said. She turned to Quinn as Daria went up the stairs. “What else happened at school today?”

Quinn then told her about the dissolution of the Fashion Club and about Sandi’s behaviour over the past few weeks.

Helen wasn’t sure what to say.

“Stacy and Tiffany stuck by me, though.”

“That’s good, and now I need to start dinner before Linda does.”


Stacy also told her mother what had happened when she got home.

“Good,” Elisabeth said.

“Good?” Stacy asked.

“That Fashion Club hasn’t been good for you.”

“I know you have been saying that. I’m sorry I didn’t believe you. I guess that I why I backed Quinn up today,” Stacy said with a smile.

“And Tiffany too?”

“Yes.”

“She may have had seen the way things were going.”

“Probably.”


Tom Griffin saw the mess in the backyard and that his daughter was cleaning it up. “What happened there?” he asked.

“Just a mini tornado, dear, nothing to worry about,” Linda said offhandedly.

“Oh.”


Back at the Morgendorffers’ place, the other Linda watched Daria leave on her way to Jane’s. “I get the feeling that they don’t trust me,” Linda said.

“You show up suddenly and claim to be an old family friend they thought was dead,” Helen said. “I would have done the same.”

“Quinn is here tonight.”

“I guess she doesn’t want to impose on Stacy too much,” Helen said.

“I guess.”


Even so, Quinn was sure that she wouldn’t get to sleep. ‘Maybe on the roof as SpiderGirl?’ she wondered. She wasn’t sure that was a good idea. But first, she did some homework until a late hour.

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