Daria - A Different Look at 1111(2)

An Unfashionable Journey

It was an ordinary Saturday early in the Fashion Club's sophomore year and Quinn had invited them over for weekend activities.

Quinn came downstairs wearing a cute frilly dress she had bought at Cashmans the previous afternoon.

Sandi was jelous! She grabbed the nearest copy of Waif and said “Gee, Quinn. Didn't you know that frills are out this season?”

“Oh no! I bought a frilly dress too!” Stacy cried.

“Thats sooo wrong!” Tiffany said.

Quinn stared at Sandi. She had read that copy of Waif. There was nothing about frills going out of fashion in there.

“Of course, Sandi,” she said. 'There has to be some way I can refute her claim without jeopardising my position,' she thought. Then it hit her. The weirdness of the house! She dashed to the kitchen. “I have realised that I have to get something out of the garage,” she said.

“Right,” Sandi said. She got out of the couch, as did Stacy and Tiffany.

Quinn got to the door to the garage, and then performed the sequence that would bring up the dining room. 'Not that I would ever admit it of course,' she thought.

“What is that rumbling?” Sandi asked as she came towards Quinn.

“Rumbling? What rumbling?” Quinn said. She heard the thump behind the door and opened it. She went into the dining room.

“Wasn't theere a garaaage in there?” Tiffany asked.

“There was always a dining room here. We go through it to get to the garage,” Quinn said.

Sandi gave Quinn a dubious look as she stepped into the room and switched on the light. Quinn then dashed out of the room. She closed the door, and then opened and closed it again.

“What are you doing?” Stacy asked.

“Wait, Stacy,” Quinn said, as she pulled out an empty drawer. She heard a click and then closed the drawer again. The rumbling from earlier could be heard.

“Let's go up to my room,” she said.

“What about Sandi?” Stacy asked.

Quinn gave an innocent smile, “She will be up in about five minutes,” she said.

“Ok,” Stacy said, wondering what Quinn just got Sandi into.

“Where's Sand-di?”

A few moments after Quinn had dashed out of the room and fiddled with the door, Sandi felt a jerk.

“What was that?” she asked herself. She looked out the window, and saw that the room was going downwards into the ground. “That's like, not possible!”

She turned towards the door, only to find a wall panel where it had been. She screamed. 'What is happening.'

A few moments later there was another jerk as the room came to a rest in the sub-basement.

'It has stopped moving, but how can I get out and back up to ground level?' she thought. She turned to the doors that would have lead to the garage. 'Nothing to loose.' She tried to open them, but they were locked somehow. They wouldn't budge.

She looked at the window. All she saw were bricks, the same colour as the above ground part of the house. 'There is one more possible way.'

She turned to the wall panel at the place where she came in and charged it. “AAAAAAGGGHHHH!”

The panel gave as she slammed into it and slid to the side. She fell to the floor in an adjacent corridor. A bank of lights automatically came on.

“Better than nothing,” she said as she got up and brushed herself off. She walked along the corridor, breifly looking at various parts of rooms also stored on that level. She came to a ladder going up, as she passed the room that she had arrived in. 'Also, like, better than nothing,; she thought. As she looked up, more lights came on along the space of the ladder, at least four. She started climbing.

When Sandi came to the top of the ladder, she found that there was no further way out. 'What is the point of it then?' she wondered. She then noticed what looked like a hatch going further up. “Sure why not?” She pulled on the latch.

Suddenly the ladder jerked upwards and Sandi fell aside. “Woa-oah.”

She found herself lying on her back in the Morgendorffer's attic. “Ok, how to get out of here, and down to the floor with the bedrooms?” She looked around, and saw two hatches on either side of the attic. “That's helpful!” She decided to try the one further away from the chimney. 'It is the one closer to Quinn's room, afterall.”

After much figuring out of how to open an attic hatch from the attic side, Sandi slammed open Quinn's bedroom door.

“Quinn! That was a most terrible experience!”

“Sandi, I read that issue of Waif, and it had nothing about frills going out of style,” Quinn said.

“Thankgoodness!” Stacy said.

“Oh! But that is no excuse,” Sandi said.

Quinn then apologised, but didn't say that she wouldn't do it again.