A Question of Cindy

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Daria: A Question of Cindy

Daria Morgendorffer and Jane Lane were in the Pizza King, celebrating their graduation from Lawndale High earlier that day.

"So, dazzling academic achievement, eh? What a sellout," Jane said.

"I know. And then I had the perfect opportunity to beat Ms. Li senseless with my trophy, and what do I do? Give a heart-warming speech," Daria said, with her usual amount of thick sarcasm.

"You're getting soft around the edges, Morgendorffer."

"Maybe, or maybe you've got glaucoma."

"To college! I can't wait! What do you think we'll find when we get there?"

"Hmm. That the students are shockingly ignorant, the professors self-centered and corrupt, and the entire system geared solely to the pursuit of funding?" Daria said, inwardly hoping that it wouldn't be like that.

"Hmmm, yes. You know that thing I said about you getting soft?"

"I take it back," Jane said. She and Daria then clinked their cups. 'To the future, may we stay friends no matter how old we get!' Jane thought.

A few moments later Daria looked to the door and saw one of the former students of Lawndale whom had graduated with her and Jane enter the Pizza place. "Hmm."

"What's up?" Jane asked.

"Do you know that girl?" Daria asked. She had seen her around the school, but couldn't recall her name. (Indeed, Daria was sure that she knew less than 25% of the student body, and that there was a lot that went on in the school that she didn't know about and she preferred it that way.) 'Jane may know. I don't want to ask Quinn.'

"Not really, All that I can tell you is that her name is Cindy Brolsma and that she is into computers. Why?" Jane asked.

"Jane, she graduated with us this afternoon," Daria pointed out.

"She did?" Jane exclaimed.

"And the last that I can recall, she was in Quinn's classes. She was in the Language Arts class that I taught during the Strike," Daria said, referring to the Teachers Strike held two weeks after their previous summer vacation had ended.

Jane thought for a moment "Oh yeah," she said.

"I am going to talk to her," Daria said. 'It would likely be the only chance that I'll get,' she thought.

"Are you sure?" Jane said, wondering what good that will do. She saw Cindy ordering a pizza at the counter.

"Yes. I would like to know," Daria said, as she got up.

"Just don't antagonise her, ok?" Jane said. 'If so, I think she won't tell her anything,' she thought.

'I will try not to antagonise her,' Daria thought as she went towards the other bespectacled teen.

Cindy Brolsma had just ordered a pizza when she turned around and noticed Daria Morgendorffer coming towards her. 'This is definitely unusual,' she thought.

"Cindy?" Daria asked.

"That's me," Cindy said, quite puzzled.

"Would you like to sit with Jane and myself?" Daria asked.

Cindy hesitated. Why was Daria Morgendorffer, one of the most anti-social teens in Lawndale, with the reputation to match, asking her to sit with her? "Um, sure," she finally said.

"Good," Daria said, as she turned to go back to Jane.

"I will be there when I get my Pizza," Cindy said. 'Hopefully that will quell the butterflies in my stomach.