In the Trunk
Daria walked down the sidewalk after school one Friday afternoon alone in her thoughts. In had been two months since walking in on Jane in her room. The sight of seeing her best friend spread out tied to the bed and knowing that she had put herself in that position bugged her. Oh, she could accept it but it popped into her head every time she saw a dreamy look on Jane’s face in class or when Daria went over to her house and she was greeted by a freshly showered, smiling Jane. She knew what was going on in Jane’s private life she thought sadly which made thinking about her own empty private life rather pitiful. ...