Monday 26 March 2018 07:00, CHS, Daria Morgendorffer's POV
"Miss Sparkle," a woman called.
"Yes?"
I'm leaving!
I started running in one direction as fast as I could go, "No! No, no, no, no no!"
I found myself in the school's library, which reminded me of my school's library. It was an open two-floor room with a column in the middle, a desk surrounding it holding twelve picture frames with keyboards and mice. The walls were bookcases, lighting was provided by a glass dome on the ceiling, and there was a photocopier off to the side.
"Where the hell is the card catalog?" I asked myself out loud.
"Can I help you, miss?"
"Where is a catalog?"
She looked at me with a confused expression, "What do you mean?"
"The card catalog? Index listing?" I clarified.
"Oh!" she said, a hand to her head, "Everything's digital. It's on the computer in Seamonkey."
"The only use I have for mine is essays and Doom 3D."
"Hm," she chuckled, "You are oldschool."
"Oldschool?"
"You know, 80s and 90s. When I was your age."
"That refers to Trekkies," I replied, "Yuppies are people from the 80s."
"And 'Retro' refers to the 1960s and 70s for you, Miss Morgendorffer?" a familiar voice said, making me snap around.
When I saw who it was, I nearly peed myself: I was face-to-face with that vampire and what had to be her son. Only this time, their vampire features were recessed, sans each sporting a pair of wings.
"I believe I can help you," she said to me before looking at the librarian, "I believe a rundown of events since the millennium shall suffice Miss Daria's needs, Cheerilee," she looked back at me, "We'll be in my office."
"Yes ma'am, Luna."