The Pet: Story Two

Quinn rummaged through the fridge, frowning in irritation.

"No diet soda? How can we have no diet soda? What are they trying to do to me?" she grumbled darkly. Huffing angrily, she gave up and settled for a glass of juice. She grumbled quietly to herself as she headed upstairs.

Quinn was certain Daria was behind this. Last week Daria had switched her favorite lipstick with a black one. The Fashion Club had nearly crucified her. The week before, she'd replaced all of Quinn's Fashion Club low fat, low cal snacks with the most fattening food she could find. The Fashion Club had nearly crucified her.

"Stupid Daria. Stupid Sandi."

Quinn marched down the hall, determined to give Daria a piece of her mind. She only got as far as reaching for the doorknob when a strange sound caused her to freeze.

Daria was laughing. Really laughing. Laughing like someone had tied her to a chair and was tickling her. A happy kind of laughter.

Quinn swallowed hard, suddenly nervous. Something was amusing Daria on the other side of the door. Should she open it or not?

Daria continued to laugh.

Curiosity got the better of Quinn, and, steeling her nerves, she cracked open the door.

Daria was sitting at her computer, apparently playing a game from the way her mouse hand was moving. Her head obscured Quinn's view, forcing Quinn to creep into the room. Silently, she stepped up behind Daria. She took in the scene and gasped in horror.

On the screen were rows of purple puppies with large eyes and floppy ears. They were the most adorable things Quinn had ever seen. Daria moved the mouse across the screen, another burst of laughter escaping her as their heads popped off, flying into the air, and blood spurted from the stumps that, at one point, were necks.

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Author's Note: Check out the website Daria's playing with here.