31st January 2016 Writings
31st
Excerpt from: Doctor Who - Note
He smiled. He left the console room and started going through the corridors following the clues in the note. Immediately he knew that the TARDIS was in on it. “Lovely old girl,” he said.
Less than ten minutes later, he came to one of the smaller lounge rooms that the TARDIS provided. Afterall each TARDIS was really designed for a large number of Time Lords to go on exploratory journeys.
He opened the door. There she was sitting at the table, having already lit the candles.
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Excerpt from: Daria Wars: Episode XXVII: A Medieval Menace
Daria had had enough of the medieval fair, and she hadn’t even met Jane yet. “Where is she?” she asked aloud. She could see the Fashion Club nearby, at a pie booth.
“Force, Stacy, what’s wrong? You look awful,” Sandi said.
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Excerpt from: Daria-Brittany
Many of the students looked at her as she passed. Most of them had looks of pity. Somehow the 'news' had leaked. She pretended to read from the directions and soon came to the history classroom.
"Ah, Ms. Taylor!" Mr. DeMartino said as she came in. "Welcome back to Lawndale High. I hope that you're going to apply yourself."
'Brittaia' gave the teacher a questioning expression.
"Sorry, I forgot. You weren't one of my most attentive students, before!"
'Brittaia' nodded.
She found an empty seat, far from Kevin and from her opposite self. A glance was enough to tell her that the event had been a swap, not a duplication. The other person was still recognisable to the untrained eye as Daria Morgendorffer, but she knew that Brittany had ended up in her body. The clothes were different, like something Quinn would choose for a sister who had changed enough to ask for her help in finding clothes. She had also changed her glasses to frames that were less 'manstoppery'.
One last detail, her hair was in pigtails similar to the way Brittany had worn hers before the event. That settled it. Somehow the two were going to talk about what had happened.
Mr. DeMartino then asked a question. "Now, who can tell me the name of the Assassin who killed President Kennedy?"
Three hands went up. One of them was her. The other two were Jodie and.., her opposite self? 'You're trying to hard!' she thought.
"Daria," Mr. DeMartino said with a smile.
'Smiling?' Britaia asked herself.
"Lee Havey Oswald," Her opposite self answered.
'What!' Now there was something up.
Confrontation
Of course, confronting her opposite self was easier said than done.
Words: 283
Total: 420