A.

[She was back at school. She was doing her paper. Life was good. Or okay. Tolerable. Good. It was good.

She was going to class.

She walked through the door.

Only to be here. Daria stared into the distance, staring at her ticket and her wristband simultaneously. She clicked her tongue, slowly blinking.]

...Great.

[There went her normal life. Again.]

Here we go again.

B.

[Admitting defeat to her situation, she wandered around the park on her own. Her expression was as blank and bored as ever. Which was probably a major contrast to all of the smiling faces around. She wasn't miserable, more like a very tired veteran and sick of it. She would be waiting in line for one of the coasters, same expression. About to ride a ride, same expression. Hopefully if she killed some time having "fun", she'll get back to school.

Unless if you happen to catch her in the food line, looking at the high prices. Out of nowhere, she'd just say-]

For an arm and a leg, you can get a piece of meat the size of it. Seems fair.

C.

[There was a bored looking girl in front of the line, awaiting to take the tickets to a haunted mansion ride to all ride goers. But there was something else going on. The people seemed to be listening intently. A story was being told. Someone was speaking.]

-no man was none the wiser. After all, who would believe such a pretty face like that? She was never punished, and just got richer from every man she married.

[Spooky stories about ghost lore? Maybe her job, for now, wasn't bad. Maybe.]

D: Wildcard!!!