Reflections (A)

 

Reflections A

Quinn awoke and opened her eyes. She took in the sight of the Lane’s guest room as she got out of the bed. ‘It’s not as messy as I thought it was,’ she thought. As she changed into her usual outfit, she remembered the night before. Talking to Jane and Trent with her eyes closed. She smiled, talking to them had helped her deal with the emotions from what her frenemies did. For that was what they were, frenemies. ‘But what to do about that?’ That was another thing she had to figure out. She decided to talk to Daria when she got home.

 

 

Jane entered the kitchen and saw Quinn eating breakfast, and that her eyes were open. “Good Morning.”

 

“Morning, Jane.”

 

“I see you are… seeing.”

 

“I guess I just needed to sleep on it,” Quinn responded. “But last night was interesting.”

 

“That’s one way of looking at it.”

 

“Anyway, I’ll look at the picture when I have finished eating.”

 

“Of course,” Jane responded.

 

 

Jane brought the painting down to the kitchen. “Here, all your poured out emotion.”

 

“Thanks,” Quinn said. She looked at the painting closely. “Blue base. Then green,” she said.

 

“It’s good that you started out like that.”

 

“Yes, given that the red represents Sandi and Tiffany.”

 

“You want to talk more about that?” Jane asked.

Quinn took the painting. “Not at the moment, except to say that I’m still angry at them.”

 

“I’m here if you want to.”

 

Quinn gave a smile. “Thanks. Orange for Stacy.”

 

“So…”

 

“It was creepy.”

 

“You said she was copying you?” Jane asked.

 

“She wanted to dye her hair the same color.”

 

“But there was more than that, wasn’t there?”

 

Quinn nodded. “She was also dressed the same. It was then that I ran off.”

 

“And then came here.”

 

“That’s right.”

 

“Then…” Jane prompted.

 

“Yellow for the calm after I got here, and I started to think on things.”

 

“You certainly seemed to calm down.”

 

Quinn smiled. She then added. “And purple swirls, for flair. They certainly do add flair.”

 

Jane stepped closer. “I think they say, ‘Quinn Morgendorffer is dealing with something in a new way’.”

 

“You think so?”

 

“From the way you talked to us afterwards, I think so.”

 

Quinn thought about that. She wouldn’t have talked as openly with the frenemies, or Daria. “I guess so.” She looked at the clock. There was still some time left. ‘You wouldn’t have any unused sketch books I could doodle in?’

 

“Being creative already? That’s good. There should be something around here, even if I don’t,” Jane responded with slight surprise.

 

Quinn nodded.

 

 

Jane soon found a sketch book that had slipped behind the couch. It looked like she hadn’t used it. ‘Perfect for Quinn to use,’ she thought.

 

“Thanks, Jane,” Quinn said as she opened the sketch book

 

Jane watched as Quinn sketched some abstract shapes.

 

 

Quinn looked at the time after she had filled a page with shapes. 8:20. “We should get ready to go.”

 

“Are you sure?” Jane asked.

 

“Quite sure. We can go slowly.”

 

“I’ll get ready.”

 

 

It didn’t take long for them to leave the house. Quinn looked at the other houses along Howard Drive. The street seemed different to her, but then realised that she was different. She was more reflective than before. ‘Amazing what a night can do.’

 

 

They approached the Morgendorffers to see that Daria, Helen and Jake had just got back. “What are you going to say?” Jane asked.

 

“The truth. That Sandi forced me to leave. That will probably get her into trouble as well as her mother facing my mother’s ire.”

 

“I wouldn’t want to be Linda Griffin at that moment,” Jane said. “I know how your mother can be when she’s determined.”

 

Quinn smiled.

 

 

Daria saw Jane approaching with Quinn. ‘Wasn’t she at Sandi’s?’ she wondered. “Hi Jane.”

 

“Quinn has a lot to say,” Jane said.

 

“This I’d like to hear,” Daria said.

 

“Hear me out,” Quinn said.

 

“It’s Mom you have to tell,” Daria said.

 

 

It was something Helen didn’t want to have to deal with, having just got back into Lawndale after the experience with Grove Hills and her clashes with Michele Landon.

 

“So, Sandi forced you to leave and her mother didn’t stop her?” she asked.

 

“Yes,” Quinn answered.

 

“I shall call Mrs. Griffin as soon as we unpack. Jane, could you stay for a while?” Helen asked.

 

“Of course,” Jane answered.

 

 

It didn’t take Helen long to unpack and come back down to the living room. She saw that Daria had also unpacked and that Quinn and Jane were waiting.

 

“Now. I’m calling Mrs. Griffin,” Helen said as she dialled the Griffin’s number.

 

“Hello? Griffin’s here.” It was Sandi.

 

“Sandi? Is your mother there? Tell her it’s Mrs Morgendorffer.”

 

“I’ll tell her right now.”

 

Helen turned to Quinn. “She didn’t say anything about you.”

 

“I didn’t expect her to,” Quinn said quietly.

 

Linda soon came to the phone. “Helen?”

 

“What’s this I hear about Sandi forcing Quinn to leave?” Helen asked.

 

“Oh, Helen! Quinn left on her own,” Linda responded.

 

“That is not what she said,” Helen said. “She said that Sandi forced her to leave!”

 

“You only have Quinn’s word for that.”

 

“I trust Quinn is telling to truth, Linda.”

 

“I’ll put Sandi on.”

 

 

“Sandi’s going to deny it isn’t she?” Quinn asked.

 

“That’s obvious,” Daria said.

 

“Quiet, Daria. I need to hear what Sandi is going to say,” their mother said.

 

 

Sandi came to the phone. “It is as Mother said. I didn’t force Quinn to leave.”

 

“Quinn says differently,” Helen said.

 

“She couldn’t handle something.”

 

“Couldn’t handle what?”

 

“It’s difficult to explain,” Sandi shot back.

 

“It’s just that you don’t want to explain! Put your mother back on.”

 

 

“You heard Sandi, Helen,” Linda said.

 

“You were responsible for Quinn and you abrogated that responsibility…”

 

Linda interrupted. “She left on her own. You can’t prove that Sandi had anything to do with it.”