Quinntessential
By Mike Stivers
"Quinn goes Lawndale High's Reunion. There she
is frustrated that people's perception there is that she hasn't changed much.
Also, there we get to see various other characters and their
predicaments."
Note: This is fictional all character's new
backgrounds and situations are purely made up.
Quinn morgendorffer enters Lawndale High's gym
sighing deeply. How long has it been since she stepped through these doors? To
her it felt like a millenium though the sign above the gym declares it a decade.
Upon entering the much remembered gym, two familiar faces run up to greet her:
Stacy and Tiffany.
"Stacy! Tiffany! How are you
guys?" Quinn said excitingly.
Stacy who was dressed in a flower dress, smiled,
"Just excellent! My waitressing job has reached it's biggest peak; I made
twenty-five bucks in tips last night! Can you believe it?
Quinn made an attempt at a cheerful laugh but came
up short.
Quinn "Well that's...great Stacy. How about you
Tiffany, what have you been up to these last ten years?
Tiffany, dressed in khakis and a white shirt,
shrugged, "I've been good. My real-estate business has been lagging but I'm sure
It'll pick up. How about you Quinn, what have you been up to?
"Well, after collage, I got an intern job at
Vogue and am now the senior editor." Quinn stared down at her feet
uncomfortably.
Stacy smiled, "I bet you'll be vice president there
for sure."
Quinn looked at Stacy awkwardly, "Stacy, Vogue
doesn't have a vice president, and if they did, I wouldn't want it. I'm
happy where I am."
Tiffany and Stacy laughed.
"What?" asked Quinn.
Stacy wiped away a tear, smearing her mascara. "Oh
Quinn, you're such a joker."
Quinn crossed her arms in contempt.
Meanwhile, across the room, Daria and Jane come in
from the back.
"I still can't believe I'm here. Why did you want
come here Jane Lane?" Asked Daria.
Jane grinned, "Oh C'mon, Morgendorffer, this
is our chance to see how pathetic our counter parts have become in the time
of our absence."
Daria looked at her, giving her the "not
convinced" look.
Jane threw up her hands, "Ok, ok. hours d' eavours
and cocktail drinks."
Daria sighed. She then spotted Mr. DeMartino. She
strolled up to him. Mr. DeMartino is very different now, well
slightly. He is now bald, in a wheelchair, and has a nurse
assistant.
"Well you certainly look better." She said.
"Daria! My best student." said Mr. D, "After
my triple bypass surgery! I was given Nelly,
here, to make sure I receive no
more stress! So, how are you?
Just when she was about to answer, an all to
familiar person came up behind her. Kevin who is working as a valet,
was dressed in a purple vest, his hair slicked back, and his usual
goofy chompers being canopied by a ratty mustache. "Hey Daria! How's it
going? Whoa! Who's the old fossil?"
"Kevin, if you were a bit more perceptive, it'd
probably be the first sign of the apocolpsy." Mr. D scowled.
Kevin beamed. "Hey Mr. D! I didn't recognize you,
being old and all. Hey, are you still peeved that I totaled your
van?
Mr. D's eye bugged out fully and quivered,
"What!!"
Kevin took a step back, "Heh, I guess I forgot to
tell you huh?"
Quinn was about to scream too. Between Stacy and
Kim reminding her of everything the three of them did in extreme detail, and the
fact she still hadn't seen Sandi, she was going crazy.
Stacy had just returned with two punch
cups.
"Stacy," asked Quinn, " Where is Sandi? I thought she was going to be here with you
guys."
Stacy dropped her head and shuddered. "Oh Quinn,
you haven't heard have you."
Quinn shook her head.
Stacy put down her cup and took Quinn's hands in
hers, "Sandi died two years ago. It was some sort of strange allergic reaction
to Maybelline eyeliner."
Quinn looked down at the floor
again. It made her sad to realize how out of touch she had been with
her dearest friends. Yet, with the exception of Sandi, no one really changed out
here. Everyone has remained the same as she left them, well almost the
same.
Stacy tried to brighten up the conversation, "So
Quinn, what guys are you dating?"
Quinn looked up as if remembering she was there.
"Oh, uh, there is this one cute photographer I'm seeing, I think it
actually maybe the real thing."
Stacy giggled again, "You're so funny. No, really
what guys are you dating?"
Quinn removed her hands from Stacy's. "What do you
mean "what guys" I told you I'm in a serious one with one."
Stacy just grinned away.
"Fibber."
Quinn sighed in agony and went off to the punch
section.
There she met Jane. "Hey Red, long time no see.
How's New York for you. Daria says you're quite the dictator at the
office."
Quinn smiled, finally a question with some
intelligence. "Oh, busy. My staff has absolutely no feel for fashion and it's
leaving me bitter. How's Boston?"
Jane put down her half eaten prawn and sighed,
"Never better. Though Jessie has been struggling with his dot.com company,
but, I'm glad I have another Morgendorffer to help with the
burden."
"Well you do better than me sometimes." Said Daria
coming up behind Quinn. The two sisters hugged eachother warmly. "How are
Trent and the kids, Daria?"
Daria smiled, "They're fine. Trent apologizes for
not coming. He said he didn't want to face his "ghosts" here."
"Well," said Jane, "That's the Lane's for you.
Always use superstition to get out of a situation."
Just then Kevin comes running followed in pursuit
by Mr. DeMartino in his wheel chair.
"Gangway!"Yelled Kevin.
"Kevin! I'm going to break your legs!"
Everyone turned away as they passed. Brittany came
in as the commotion died. She looked around. "What all the hubbub? Was that
Kevy? Oh, Hey Daria, Hey Quinn, Hey Jane! What's Up?" Said Brittany in her
froot loopy like manner.
Each person told of their past and their current
present.
Brittany smiled, "Gee that is sooo interesting.
Quinn you amaze me the most. I thought you were going to be in Mary Kay or
something. You sure like fashion; you haven't changed a bit."
Quinn glared at Brittany venomously. "You know
Brittany, I'm curios, what have you been up to?"
Brittany beamed, much like Kevin, "Well I met this
nice old guy, who said if I married him I would be secured for life."
Daria, Jane, and Quinn looked at eachother. Daria asked, "Brittany, do you know
what a gold-digger is?"
Brittany looked perplexed,"I don't know, I don't
really like shovels very much."
The reunion had just ended and Quinn was
glad. After constantly trying to convince other people outside of Jane and
Daria, no one seemed to accept the fact that she wasn't the same
anymore.
Then came Mr. O'Neil. He spotted the group (Daria,
Quinn, and Jane.) Leaving the building. He came bounding up.
"Daria! Quinn! Jane! It's so good to see you! What
have the three of you been up to all these years?
"Well, I'm a freelance writer and mother of three."
said Daria.
"I'm still a starving artist of the masses." said
Jane.
Mr. O'Neil looked bummed. "Oh dear."
"What?" asked Daria.
"Daria, I'm sorry, I'm just kind
of disappointed that you didn't become a teacher. But alas, what have
you been up to Quinn?"
Quinn attempted a smile, "I've become the senior
editor of Vogue magazine."
Mr. O'Neil eyes were wide with surprise, "Wow,
that's unusual."
"How do you mean?" Asked Quinn.
"Well, don't take this the wrong way Quinn,
but I assumed you were going to be a cosmetics salesmen." Mr. O'Neil said
nervously.
"What!" Exclaimed Quinn.
"You seemed to have a natch for that sort
of thing, if I remember." said Mr. O'Neil, tying to gain back some
ground.
Quinn erupted, "Why can't anyone here be either
happy or excepting of my life! You Mr. O'Neil, you've always tried to think of
the better of students and this is how you classify me?"
Mr. O'Neil looked confused,
"Well...Yeah."
Quinn bared her teeth and kicked Mr. O'Neil right
between the legs. He shuddered as he fell.
Quinn turned back to Jane and Daria.
"You'll never know how long I wanted to do
that." said Quinn.
"Ah Damn, Daria I guess you can cross that off
the list since your sister beat you to it." said Jane nudging Daria on
the shoulder.
Daria looked down at Mr. O'Neil and said "It was
great to see you again."
As they were going to their veichles, Stacy ran up
to Quinn.
"Quinn! What happened back there with Mr. O'Neil?
This isn't like you at all."
Quinn smiled at her exasperated friend and said,
"Yeah, it isn't."
The End
("La La la la la This is my stuff, got get off....")