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dear diary

september 1st, 1989, dear diary.

veronica scribbles down in her notebook, spilling out all her emotions onto a page before the bell can ring. its the first day of senior year, hell starts all over again. but she can't help but wonder, seeing these kids walk around - what happened?

she never really got caught up in the screams of the hallways, but today she noticed the harsh words thundering across the halls, ricocheting off the walls, just ready to fire at anyone whos ready to hear them. this place was hell, hell on earth.she yearned for the sweet freedom of college, i mean if she wasnt dead by june

either way, she was determined this school year had to be atleast decent, and so she decided to take her chances with the heathers. ignoring the bell, she headed to the school bathroom, noticing heather c standing closest to the door, reapplying her lip gloss as she lent over the sink. heather m stood further away, brushing her hair, not noticing veronica. a pair of legs poked out of a stall, green socks. it was heather duke, she was throwing up in the toilet. none of them have seen veronica. 'grow up heather, bulimia is soooo '87' she rolls her eyes as she puts away her lip gloss and heather m walks over to heather duke, helping her up by her waist. 'maybe you should see a doctor heather..' she let duke lean over her shoulder, helping her stand up for a bit. 'thanks heather...' she muttered. veronica saw ms fleming in the corner of her eye and stood round the corner, ms fleming not noticing her either. 'ah, heather and heather' she spoke as she entered the room, interrupted by duke going for a second puke. 'andd heather' she rolled her eyes. she began to ramble about how punctuality was important and how they shouldn't be late. veronica's ears pricked up when she began to mention a detention, this was her gateway. 'uhhh actually🤓👆(I HAD TO) ms fleming, we're all out on a hall pass...yearbook committee' she reappeared from behind the corner, this time catching the attention of all 3 heathers aswell as ms fleming. she carefully read the note, throwing it as she walked out 'very well then, but get where your going' heather c snatched the note from the air, looking at it briefly before passing it back to the others. 'this is an excellent forgery..who are you?' veronica awkwardly shook her hand 'uhh...veronica, sawyer..i crave a boon!' she says nervously. 'what boon?' heather chandler let go of my hand,she looked disgusted. 'uhh..' i looked down shamefully 'let me sit at you table at lunch, just one, no talking necessary...if people think you guys tolerate me, they'll leave me alone' she spat out the words quickly. to her dismay, duke began to giggle, shortly followed by mac giggling too. chandler stared me up and down before hushing the others, walking towards me as she tilted up my chin. 'for a greasy little nobody, you do have good bone structure' she admired me, tracing her fingers across my face. 'and a symmetrical face!' mac added, drawing her fingertips a straight line down my face. 'if i took a meat cleaver down the centre of your skull, i'd have matching halves!' she noted eerily. 'of course you could stand to loose a few pounds' duke mocked, showing off her skinny waist. i knew it wasnt her fault she was this way. she'd bring others down because of how insecure she was about her weight. 'this could be beautiful!' chandler sounded shocked. 'of course mascara, maybe some lip gloss..' she added, walking around me. 'get this girl some blush and, heather i need your brush' she commanded, mac handing her a brush while duke dug through her makeup bag. chandler tore mac's brush through ronica's hair, she didnt expect anything gentle yet she didnt exactly find this enjoyable. mac came face to face with her. 'okay blink' she began to apply mascara onto veronica, making her blink after each stroke. she smiled, mouthing 'your so pretty' at her before she went to go get some lip gloss. veronica's smile was wiped off her face as duke came eye level with her, messily applying blush onto veronica's face. mac rolled her eyes and smiled. chandler barged in 'we're forgetting the lipgloss' she sighed before grabbing some lip gloss, applying it to veronica's lips. chandler leaned in 'transfer?' veronica froze but shook her head before agreeing and leaned forward, kissing chandler for a second before they both pulled away and smiled. veronica was stupid. really. she was getting all worked over transferring lip gloss. stupid. she pushed the feelings down as heather spun her to look in the mirror,she truly was beautiful. 'okay?' heather c smiled. 'okay!!' veronica admired her new look, but was rushed out of the bathroom by the heathers. they all walked into the lunch hall, everyone doing their usual swooning over the heathers, but today they were gossiping about the figure that stood behind them, veronica. 'veronica?' martha called out louder than the others, and just like that, the cafeteria chanted her name as the heathers parted the students, leaving a runway in the middle for veronica to walk through, sporting her new look.

heather, heather, heather, veronica

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