Jane

expressionism | 1

Jane finishes off with a dab of red paint on her canvas. She takes a step back and contemplates whether she's satisfied with her art piece but she adds a little more black than red and comes to a final conclusion that she's dead beat.

Sometimes she uses cubism, sometimes she likes abstract. This time she feels the art of expressionism.

Jane has spun a web of her own ideas, but she can see why her art style resembles Egon Shiele. Her supposedly art teacher insists on getting an artist reference for her SBA but she lives by her own rules, and she knows herself, that she is her own artist reference.

Jane likes her old teacher. Despite the massive crush that helped her hand in her assignment on time, she knew that Ms. Burkhart had better teaching skills than her current one. The enchanting nature Ms. Burkhart had is also a bonus.

"I made a mess," Daria, her best friend, deadpanned as she lifts up her arm. "I made art." She rolls up her sleeve that is splashed with paint and makes an even bigger mess on her waist.

Jane raises a brow and turns back to her finished but not so finished artwork and sighs.

"What's the point of art if you can't even make it the way you want it to be?" Then she suddenly stops talking because she realizes the zero fucks Daria gives to her current situation.

"Don't be too harsh on yourself," Daria's monotonous voice filled the dimly lit room. "Let's go to Pizza King, my treat."

"That's generous of you, Daria. But I don't think it'd make my work better," Jane replies, still looking at her work. "I'm slowly losing it. Why did I reject an offer to pizza? Yeah, let's go."

"That's the spirit," Daria replies with no spirit at all.

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"Hey," Jane calls out weakly, still able to catch Daria's attention. "Thanks for dropping me off, sister in law." She then proceeds to give her best friend a smirk which Daria gives her a frown in return.

"Come say hi to Trent," Jane teases.

As if on cue, Trent makes an appearance behind Jane. He scratches his scruffy beard and coughs.

They're almost identical, born with the explosion of artistic talent, the sky blue eyes and the crooked smiles. They even got ear piercing on the same day, it wasn't even planned.

"Hey, Daria." Trent greets her with that same aloof tone of voice which Daria finds insanely hot.

"Hey, Trent." She murmurs as a respond.

"I'm tired," Jane slips in, a fake yawn after. She then pursues her dream by walking to her room upstairs.

Trent looks at her sister and shrugs. "Mystik Spiral is having a gig tonight at eight."

He doesn't say anything else, he expects Daria and his younger sister to come and support his musical dream.

Jane is born to a herd of cats. Her mother, father, and siblings are all independent thinkers who are blessed with their own talents and live life based on those talents.

Daria nods and gives Trent an awkward smile before she flees.

In Jane's cavern, you can see far stranger things which she calls her art. She could sell it but she doesn't create to gain fame or money. She works her way to the top just to be an outcast in Lawndale High along with Daria.

The short haired girl turns on her television just in time for her favourite show 'Sick Sad World'. She sits comfortably on her bed and sighs in content before letting the alien conspiracies envelop her mind.

Next thing you know, she's painting a three breasted extraterrestrial.

Then her phone rings and she no longer can continue the beast.

"Lane's residence, how may I help you?" She answers.

"It's Daria,"

"Daria who?"

"Have you seen today's Sick Sad World?" Daria ignores her joke.

"Yeah, I think your sister might be one," Jane says and chuckles.

"Quinn? She's just shallow and superficial. I think Mr. O'Neal is one," Daria replies.

"No, Mr. O'Neal is from the CIA," the other girl answers. She knows this will take a little while so she lies down on her tummy with her elbows propped up for support. "You're talking about Britney and Kevin."

"Incorrect. Britney's a blonde bimbo and Kevin has a brain of a pigeon. Fashion club is off the list. Aliens are highly intellectual that can demolish the entire human population." Daria continues her theory.

"Then let me just worship the aliens and make sculptures and let's hope for the best they hear our prayers." Jane subtly changes the topic in hopes that this will get Daria to shut up.

"Daria!" An obnoxious voice can be heard on the background. "I'm going out, I'll give you twenty bucks to shut your trap." And she realizes that it is Daria's sister, Quinn.

"Hey, Jane. I'll see you later, Quinn is back here to make my life difficult." Daria bid her farewell and hung up.

Jane then tosses her phone, already feeling exasperated from the little chit chat.

Her door slowly opens, the gap revealing half of Trent's face. "Janey, we're deciding to change the band's name to-" he pauses to make a thoughtful face. "Something, something explosions. What do you think?"

She lazily lifts her head as if it were heavier than ten boulders. "Stick with Mystik Spiral," she advice.

"Okay. So, are you coming tonight?"

"I might,"

"Cool, see ya," he says cooly then pulls the door close.

Trent is a lot of things but being decisive is not one. His ideas jumble together and makes a big pile of mess and he ends up doing nothing. Jane on the other hand, has her ideas out and steady but this cages her from exploring other things however, she is labelled the more outgoing and open minded compared to Daria. But Daria's existence pulls her for exploration, to try new things, to broaden her horizon.

And so she falls into a deep slumber of beautiful nightmares until awoken again just to hear noise going about downstairs. She finds Daria conversing with Trent, possibly about English Literature.

This goes on for the night.