Be Normal: A Heathers Fanfiction

Chapter Five

The following monday wasn't the best for Heather McNamara nor Heather Duke. It wasn't the best for Veronica either. Okay, so it wasn't the best for anyone. The hallways were so dull and lifeless- actually, Duke changed that a bit. She was the next Chandler (as if I hadn't mentioned that before) which meant she had to bring drama to this school.

"Heather." The mega bitch made her way to Heather Mac. "Heather. Heather!" She yelled trying to get her attention.

"What?" Mac asked quickly, turning her head to quickly which made her hair hit Heather in the face.

"What the hell!" Duke overreacted.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to."

"Of course you didn't mean to. Of course you didn't mean any of this. Why do you have to be so rude?" She spat out, rolling her eyes flustered.

"I'm not trying to be rude. It was an accident." She gulped and looked down at her feet.

"I'm sure this was an accident. I'm sure Heather's death was an accident. I'm sure Kurt and Ram's death was an accident. I'm sure this all was an accident. I'm sure you were accident!" She stood sternly, looking over Mac. A few students glanced over at the two making sly remarks.

"Am not." McNamara tried speaking up for herself but it didn't go too well .

"What the hell is going on!" Veronica ran over yelling in a deeper toned voice.

"Heather is being a goddamn bitch. Aren't you, Heather?" Duke crossed her arms, easing an eyebrow. She was giving the look of 'agree with me or else.'

"I hit her in the face with my hair by accident." Mac's voice was so quiet where it came inaudible after the word 'face.'

"Heather, you hit her?" Veronica asked, sighing. She never expected this type of behavior from her.

"I didn't mean-"

"Yes, she did." Duke rolled her eyes once again.

"Okay, this has gone too far." Ronnie gave the two a worried look.

"What's gone too far?" Duke asked.

"Oh, Veronica. I'd look out for little Mac over here." Chandler's voice seemed to whisper in Veronica's ear.

"Heather?" Veronica squinted her eyes in confusion.

"What do you want?" Duke muttered.

"She's got some ideas brewing in that mind of hers." Chandler whispered again before disappearing. Chills went up Ronnie's spine as the hairs on the back of her neck stood up.

"Veronica?" The girl in green demanded.

"What?" She replied, fairly annoyed.

"You said my name, what do you want?"

"Nothing, nothing. I forgot what I was going to say. I need to get going, I have US history." Veronica began walking off towards the front office.

"History is the other way, idiot!" Heather Duke called out but it was too late.

"Excuse me, is Ms. Fleming in her office?" She asked the woman who worked at the front desk.

"I believe so," The woman replied with no emotion whatsoever.

"Thanks." She let out a huff of air and walked back to the counselor's office. Veronica knocked on the door three times.

"Yes?" Ms. Fleming called out.

She walked inside, closing the door after her, then took a seat.

"Veronica? I didn't expect to see you, is everything alright?" She had a warm, welcoming type of tone.

"Actually no. My friend, Heather McNamara, has been acting weird lately."

"As in?" She raised an eyebrow.

"She's been spacing out, yelling at me and I'm pretty sure others. Last week I heard her scream in the school's bathroom. She's visited Heather, Kurt and Ram's graves quite frequently. Just now, which is what made me come in here, she hit Heather Duke in the face. I've just been worried for her but I'm not sure what to do."

"Well, death can have these sort of effects on people. I do know she was close to the three of them but especially Heather. There are certain phases that we will go through after a loss. How long it takes to heal varies from person to person and for her, it may take awhile." She leaned over her desk while speaking.

"A few minutes ago I heard Heather's voice and she told me to look out for Mac. What do I do?" Veronica glanced up at Ms. Fleming.

"That may just be your conscience telling you watch out for her. I mean, you've seen her going through all of this so you must feel some sort of way about it. Or it may actually be Heather, we'll never know." She sighed.

"Thank you, Ms. Fleming." She let a slight smile appear on her face, standing up.

"Of course, and I'll talk to Heather and her parents to see what we can do. Bye, Veronica. Have a good rest of your day."

"You too." Veronica opened the door and led herself out of the front office. She felt hope growing inside of her. It was a feeling of maybe something good will happen. Maybe there was still hope for Heather and herself. Right?
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Hello,

It's currently 2:25 in the morning for me... I should get some sleep but here I am writing. Of course. Don't worry, the story is going to get interesting soon.

Goodnight,
Your home girl.