============================================================== "The Crayon" by StAnS gOdDesS ============================================================== Author's Note This isn't your normal Daria story somethings may seem different. This whole story was my friend Sara's idea except I just alternated it and made it WAYYY better. So I have to give her some of the credit for this story. Ok well I don't own Daria, or her family but own Jackie an her brother Jeff. Ok well on with the story. ¤Tash¤ Daria Morgendorffer woke up early Thursday morning to the ongoing beeps of her alarm clock. She drug herself out of bed, got her glasses from her nightstand, looked in her mirror and sighed to herself, “Well, well, well.”, she said to herself. “I was hoping it was only a nightmare. I’m going back to high school again!”, she said aloud. “I already went yesterday.” She dragged herself over to her closet and grabbed the usual tan shirt, green jacket, and black skirt then glanced at her clock seeing it was already 6:30am and the bus came at 6:45am! She quickly brushed her brown, flowing , put on her glasses and brushed her teeth. Then she hurried downstairs her parents and sister were sitting at the table eating breakfast. “Oh, I just love my third period class the guys are so cute!”, cried her 15 year old sister Quinn. “You girls better hurry the bus will be here in a few minutes?”, said their mother, Helen. They got their shoes and coats on and headed out the door to the bus. Daria is a Junior at Lawndale High She is 16 and is 5’5”, 110lbs., brown eyes, brown hair. Next week, her Dad is taking her to get her driver’s permit. “Miss Morgendorffer, can you tell us what year the Civil War was?” asked her History teacher, Mr. Demartino. “Well, Mr. Demartino, anybody with some kind of brain power would know it was 1861.”, said Stormy. “Very good, Daria!”, said Mr. Demartino. “Okay, your next assignment is to write a report on the Civil War,” Moans and groans arose from the whole class. “I want it 3 pages and it’s due in 2 weeks. You may get started if you like.” Daria dug threw her trapper looking for paper. “Geez, I’m already a week into school and I’m out of paper!” She called out, “Mr. Demartino, I don’t have any paper!” “Well, take the pass and go down to the school store.” She got the pass and made her way to the store. As she was walking down the hall she came across a black crayon, “Who let a kindergartner in here?”, she thought as she picked up the crayon, it looked like it had never been used. She put it in her pocket figuring Quinn could use it for eyeliner or something. “Hey Daria, wait up!”, from behind she heard someone call her by her nickname. She turned around to see one of her newer friends, Jackie Miller, running to catch up with her. Jackie had dirty, blonde hair, hazel eyes, she too was 5’5” but weighted about 115 lbs. “Where ya off too?”, she asked. Normally, Daria wouldn’t be caught dead with a blonde but Jackie’s hair has that dirty blonde look and besides, she’s a social outcast too, just like Daria who is not much of a people person. “Going to get paper from the school store.”, she replied. “Geez, only a week into school and you don’t have any paper?”, Jackie said. Daria glared at her, “Your not making this easy for me are you?” “Nope!”, said Jackie. “Well, I better go before Mrs. Hunter sends a search party.” “Ok.”, replied Daria. “C-ya later!”, cried Jackie as she ran off down the hall. Daria hurried down to the store and back to class. “God I hate Algebra!”, she mumbled to herself. As Daria sat at her desk at home working on it, she sat back in her chair and thought about what other homework she had. She remembered her report in History. She got out a new sheet of paper before she realized she had (dun, dun, dun...) - Writer’s Block! She jammed her hands deep in her pockets thinking of where to begin when she felt the crayon. She took it out and studied it before putting the crayon to the paper and started drawing a rose. When she was finished the rose started glowing a strange green color! “What the..!” Right before her eyes the rose changed from a drawing to a.....well.....real rose. The rose was a little wilted but it was still okay. She touched the rose to see if it really was real and she pricked her finger on a thorn. She stared in shock as blood slowly dripped down her finger and onto the paper. Wanting to try the crayon again she drew a band-aid, it became real. She then placed it over the cut. “Oh my gosh!”, she said aloud, “It’s magic!” “Hey, forget the Civil War.”, she thought, “I think I’ll study art!” She only had the crayon a few days and she used it uncontrollably. She made her rose, a new pair of jeans which were the wrong color but still okay, some new shirts which were alittle small but they were still okay, a magic lamp, it didn’t have a genie but it was still okay. She even drew herself a pizza, it had anchovies but it was still okay. She longed for a pair of contacts so she drew herself a pair of those and they came out perfect. She used it so often and sharpened constantly. It was getting shorter and shorter. “I’d better stop using this for awhile.”, she thought. She called Jackie only to find she wasn’t home. “She went shopping with Mom.”, rang Jeff’s deep voice. Jeff is Jackie’s older, yet attractive, brother. He has shaggy brown hair that hangs loosely over his bright, green eyes. He’s 6’0” and weights about 150 pounds and he’s out of high school. “You can come over and listen to the band practice till she comes home.”, he said. “Umm, no thanks.”, she replied, “But, tell her I called.” Then she hung up. She had almost forgot Jeff had a band, The Cherry Bombs. “What a screwed up name.”, she thought. “Honey it’s time for dinner!”, called Jake, her father. “Coming!”, she cried and headed down for dinner. “I hate first period!”, she said to herself. “Nothing but cheerleaders and football players.” “Morgendorffer!”, a voice called to her from behind. It was Kate Moss, the new head cheerleader with blond hair, blue eyes - real fake looking. Kate walked up to her along with her crew. “Were having a pop quiz today in this class I heard.” “Your the smartest in this class and you better let me copy from your paper!”, she sneered. “Oh and what if I don’t?”, Daria asked. “Then I’ll make your life a living nightmare!”, she replied, giving her a smirk. “Then start.”, Daria said, getting right in Kate’s face. Kate did all right. She tripped her about 10 times going down the hall, stole her gym clothes and started rumors about her. This went on for about a week until Daria remembered the crayon. She decided she would draw a huge dragon and get it to eat Kate and the rest of those bimbos. That night at her desk, she dug out her crayon. “Now it has to be big and scary!”, she said aloud. She started to draw it and was almost finished when the most awful thing happened - it BROKE! “Oh well.”, she thought as she picked up the half that still had a point and continued her drawing. But, when she finished nothing happened. “Come on. Do something.”, she thought, “Great, now what am I gonna do about Kate?” “Wait a minute.”, she thought, “I don’t need some stupid crayon!” She got up and went to her mirror and continued to talk to herself, “I’ll just get rid of her myself!” She then remembered that everything she drew in the past never came out right, it always had a flaw or a mistake. “Well, maybe that crayon wasn’t meant for good things maybe it was meant for bad!”, she thought. She looked in the mirror again and decided to change from her glasses to her new contacts. After she put the contacts in, she looked back in the mirror and noticed her eyes had changed from their regular brown to a dark, glowing, sinister red. As she smiled evilly to herself, she walked back to her desk to plot her deadly, demonic revenge. The End...........or is it?