I Was Meant To Be Yours

Evermore

I decided to skip hippie class (home ec., with Ms. Flemming), my next period, and made my way back home instead.

I plopped myself down on the couch and ate through an entire box of cereal. When I had devoured the whole thing, I thought about Martha. She hadn't touched any of her food during lunch. I wonder if something's wr-

Yo, girl! Tell Dumptruck to shut up about me! I know I'm awesome and everything, but seriously, hearing her praise me is like hearing my mo-

(You asshole! I was having a moment, thinking about how my best friend could be starving herself, and you break into my thoughts! WTF?!)

Baby, it's gonna be okay. JD mused. Don't waste your energy on Ram... or Norm. Veronica, I know you love me, so why are you wasting your time talking with Norm Evergeen?

(Shut up, JD. My dating life doesn't concern you.)

Actually, I agree with the poser on this one. Heather C. wiggled her way into my mind as well. Norm is such a nerd. At least goth over here is a little hot...

"SHUT THE HELL UP!"

At that moment, my dad just had to wall in.

"Wow, Veronica. Is the raven really bothering you?" He chuckled.

I looked down. I pretty much tore up my book, The Raven and Other Writings by Edgar Allan Poe. "Damnit..." I whisper. Those annoying imbeciles made me rip apart my favorite book.

"Did you eat all the cereal?" My dad asked accusingly.

"I'm going to bed." I mutter, angrily stomping off.

(Okay, you get your talky-time now. Anyone has anything to say - you get five minutes each.)

No voices. No chatter. Nothing. Great, they only decide to pester me around other people so I sound like a nut job.

(Well, I'm going to bed, so if anyone has any final words-)

J.D. spoke up, Veronica, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I put you through hell and forced you to participate in killing these jerks. This was presumed by some chatter and Heather calling him an asshat. But, I love you, Veronica. And it hurts me to hear you think of someone so beneath you...

He kept going on, saying cutesy things like that. (Oh my God he's so cute when he's sad...) I thought, remembering the look of pain on his face when he took the bomb away from me.

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