September 1st, 1989.
Dear Diary...
I believe I'm a good person. You know, I think that there's good in everyone. But here we are...first day of senior year! I look around at these kids that I've known all my life and I ask myself...what happened?
We used to be so tiny and happy, then we got bigger and everything went to shit. But we changed once, so I still pray that maybe we can change again. And if we don't, college is right around the corner, and I'll finally be able to leave this Thunderdome behind me, and say hello to Harvard, Duke, or Brown.
I just hope I'll survive until June...
Those were the first paragraphs written in Veronica's diary. She was seventeen at the time, fourteen years ago, and Betty couldn't help but be reminded of her younger self in those scribbly blue lines, so naive and full of hope, not yet tainted by the hardships of life.
Below the last sentence were several other ones, all from that same day.
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Dear Diary...
The Heathers just passed by me, floating above the rest of the student body like they're apex predators at the top of the food chain.
They're assholes, everyone knows that but still, all of Westerburg wants to be them, or to be with them.
Heather McNamara is loaded, her dad sells engagement rings.
Heather Duke doesn't have a discernable personality but the implants paid with her mother's cash do the job just fine.
And Heather Chandler...the almighty. She is a mythic bitch.
They're solid Teflon, never bothered, never harassed. I would give anything to be like that...
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Dear Diary...
Help me fight the urge to strike a match and set this dump ablaze.
I've been here for two hours and I've already been shoved, yelled at, got my lunch tray smacked down by Ram Whose Entire Personality is Being The Team's Linebacker Sweeney, and almost got my ass kicked by Kurt Kelly, the smartest guy on the football field...which is kind of like being the tallest dwarf...
Now I'm hiding in the bathroom to avoid dealing with this bullshit.
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Dear Diary...
Sometimes, if you hope, dream, and pray enough, you get your way in the end.
Today ended up being a beautiful freacking day.
As the eventful day of September 1st ended with that last sentence, Betty closed the notebook, feeling tired and with her head full from going through the piles of old manuscripts all day, her tired vision starting to blur the words in front of her.
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Veronica // Heathers Fanfiction
FanfictionWhen the struggling writer Betty Finn gets the opportunity of her career, to co-write a book with none other than Veronica Sawyer, she thinks things are finally looking up for her. That is until she agrees to spend a weekend with Veronica, who had s...
