Daria – Trouble at the Coffee House
The small
city of Lawndale may have had a reputation of being boring, but that didn’t
mean that nothing happened. This was certainly true one Fall evening when there
was a break-and-enter at the Alt.Lawndale.Com Cybercafe. The alarm went off,
and the thieves scattered, carrying away cash and computer equipment…
The next
day at Lawndale High, the Language Arts teacher Timothy O’Neill threw aside his
prepared lesson plan and said; “Class, I thought today we'd take a break
from the tragedy of Romeo and Juliet to discuss the real life tragedy
that happened last night here in Lawndale. Let's share our feelings of
violation following the loss of our beloved cybercafé, alt.lawndale.com.” He
turned to one of his students, not realising he was confusing one for another. “Charlene?
How about you?”
However, the girl he was addressing was not Charlene Ruttheimer.
“Charlene? Charlene did you here me?”
“You mean, Kelsey!” Kelsey Thompson objected.
O’Neill
looked at his seating chart again. “Sorry Kelsey, you look like someone else,”
he said, despite Kelsey having much darker (and longer) hair than Charlene. “What
do you have to say about last night’s horrible event?”
“I was
home all night. You can ask my parents. Besides, we already have a computer,” Kelsey
said.
Jodie
Landon was annoyed as the teacher continued to ask the dumb cheerleader how she
felt. ‘Why can’t we just do Romeo and Juliet?” she asked herself.
However, the teacher then asked her.
“Jodie,
how about you?”
“I
think the cybercafé served one very particular segment of the community, but it
still pisses me off when people take what isn't theirs,” she answered.
“That’s what I was trying to say!” Kelsey said, even
though it totally wasn’t.
“Thank
you, Jodie and Kelsey. about that word, ‘community.’ Isn't that the
whole idea of a cybercafé? To jack us into the global community? I think what's
most disturbing about this crime is the symbolism involved.” Mr. O’Neill then
turned to another of his students, a girl dressed in a paint splattered red jacket.
“Don’t you agree, Jane?”
“No,”
Jane Lane said.
“Suddenly,
we're cut off…”
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