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6th January 2022 Writings
Jan. 7th, 2022 06:35 pmTags:
- alternate history,
- anthony demartino,
- brittany taylor,
- candace flynn,
- charles ruttheimer iii,
- daria,
- daria morgendorffer,
- data,
- encounter at farpoint,
- fanfic,
- helen morgendorffer,
- ill,
- ill (daria),
- january writings,
- jodie landon,
- leonard mccoy,
- michael ‘mack’ mackenzie,
- phineas and ferb,
- quinn morgendorffer,
- rugrats,
- sandi griffin,
- star trek,
- the next generation,
- trent lane
Daria – Choice of the Cheerleader
01 – Illness of the Cynic Chick
It may be said that a massive change of events may start by something which would otherwise be insignificant changing. For instance, Brittany Taylor upon being invited to the Zon, Zone or Zen nightclub by a boy named Terry, or Jerry, deciding to ask her stepmother for help dying her hair instead of doing it herself.
“So, why do you want to do it, honey?” Ashley Amber Taylor asked her stepdaughter after she had asked.
“It would be something different,” Brittany answered. “I would do it myself, but I thought you would do it better.”
“Just because it’s something different?” Ashley Amber asked. She knew Brittany was hiding something.
“Yes!” Brittany said.
“Ok, We will run out and get the dye.”
“Sure!”
( Half an hour later... )
01 – Illness of the Cynic Chick
It may be said that a massive change of events may start by something which would otherwise be insignificant changing. For instance, Brittany Taylor upon being invited to the Zon, Zone or Zen nightclub by a boy named Terry, or Jerry, deciding to ask her stepmother for help dying her hair instead of doing it herself.
“So, why do you want to do it, honey?” Ashley Amber Taylor asked her stepdaughter after she had asked.
“It would be something different,” Brittany answered. “I would do it myself, but I thought you would do it better.”
“Just because it’s something different?” Ashley Amber asked. She knew Brittany was hiding something.
“Yes!” Brittany said.
“Ok, We will run out and get the dye.”
“Sure!”
( Half an hour later... )
