Heaths (Heathers)

Beautiful

RONIC [Spoken]:
September 1st, 1989. Dear Diary: I believe I'm a good person.
Ya know, I think there's good in everyone, but here we are first day of senior year.
I look around at all these kids I've known all my life and I ask myself: What happened?

KIDS:
Freak! Slut! Burnout! Bug-eyes! Poser! Lard-ass!

RONIC:
We were so tiny, happy and shiny, playing tag and getting chased.

KIDS:
Freak! Slut! Loser! Shortbus!

RONIC :
Singing and clapping,
laughing and napping,
baking cookies, eating paste.

KIDS:
Bull-dyke! Stuck-up! Hunchback!

RONIC :
Then we got bigger.
That was the trigger,
Like the Huns invading Rome -

[Spoken] Sorry!

Welcome to my school,
This ain't no high school:
This is the Thunderdome.
Hold your breath
and count the days,
we're graduating soon.

KIDS:
White trash!

RONIC :
College will be paradise
If I'm not dead by June!
But I know, I know, life can be beautiful.
I pray, I pray for a better way.
If we changed back then,
we could change again.
We can be beautiful...

(A PREPPY STUD knocks a HIPSTER DORK to the floor.)

HIPSTER DORK [Spoken]:
Ow!

RONIC:
Just not today.
[Spoken] Hey, are you okay?

HIPSTER DORK:
Get away, nerd.

KIDS:
Freak! Slut! Cripple! Homo! Homo! Homo!

RONIC :
Things will get better
soon as my letter
comes from Harvard, Duke, or Brown.
Wake from this coma,
take my diploma,
then I can blow this town.
Dream of my ivy-covered walls
and smoky French cafes...

(RONIC jostles RAE SWEENEY.)

RAE [Spoken]:
Watch it!

RONIC :
Fight the urge to strike a match and send this dump ablaze!

(RAE upends RONIC'S lunch tray.)

RAE:
Ooooops.

RONIC   [Spoken]:
Rae Sweeney. Third year as linebacker.
And eighth year of smacking lunch trays and BEING A HUGE DICK.

RAE :
What did you say to me skank?

RONIC :
... Nothing.

RONIC   & KIDS:
But I know, I know, I know...
Life can be beautiful.
I pray, I pray, I pray
For a better way.
We were kind before;
we can be kind once more.
We can be beautiful...