Be Normal: A Heathers Fanfiction

Chapter Thirteen

Veronica Sawyer sat up as quick as she could, her blankets had been tossed to the floor. She shuddered as a pool of cold sweat surrounded her. "It's not real, it's okay. Everything is okay." She reassured herself, but something still felt off. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and picked up the phone. She dialed Mac's number and waited for it to start ringing. "Please pick up,"

"Hello?" A tired, but familiar voice answered.

"Heather, how are you?"

"Veronica, why are you calling this late? Shouldn't you be sleeping?" Mac said puzzled.

"I just wanted to check up on you."

"Thanks I guess. Hey, while I'm on the phone with you, do you know the answer to question three-" She was cut off as Veronica hung up.

The next morning Heather woke up to her alarm blaring in her ears. Luckily, it was Friday. She stretched her arms out and yawned.

"Good morning, Heather." A sweet, but bitchy, voice was heard.

"Good morning- oh my god." She opened her eyes fully to see, the only and only, Heather Chandler. This seems to be a reoccurring thing.

"I never get over that phrase you always say." She chuckled.

"Look, whatever you're going to tell me is not true. Veronica already said this is in my head and I believe her!" Mac whined.

Chandler took a few steps closer and sat down on the edge of the bed. She placed a hand on Mac's thigh. "Do you, do you really believe her?"

She scooted over to the other side of the bed leaving Heather rolling her eyes. "I think so."

"Maybe you should think again." She smirked standing up.

"Stop it!" McNamara yelled covering her ears.

"Quit yelling, you're being a pussy." Chandler mocked her and stepped two feet over.

"Please just stop!"

"I'm not doing anything!" She screamed.

"Leave me alone!" Heather ran out of her room grabbing her backpack and blazer. She hurried to the bus stop and got there as soon as the bus got there. She was forced to take the bus after her mom took her car away. Mac had always hated the bus. She began riding it soon after Heather, Kurt and Ram died. Only for a little while she drove herself, but that was because her car was fixed. And she could never ever ask Duke for a ride.

McNamara pulled out a notebook and pencil from her bag. She had seen Veronica writing her feelings down and she had told Mac that maybe she should try it. So, she did. At first she was unsure of what to write, but then her feelings began to pour out.

"What do I write?  This is all new to me and  it kinda feels awkward.

I'm stuck riding the bus again because al my rides to school are dead and I don't know why, but I feel sick to my stomach. I don't usually get car sick, but maybe it's everything going on. God, I'm going to puke.

I'm afraid and Lost. I've been thinking about killing myself.

My parents are divorced, my mom hates me, my best friend killed herself (probably because of me), my other friend is a bitch, my boyfriend was gay for the linebacker and I'm stuck here in the middle of all of it."

She shut the notebook and walked off the bus as fast as she could. She looked around for Duke or Veronica, but neither of them could be found. She sat down at their cafeteria table, setting down the notebook. After a few minutes the bell rung and Heather left, but without the notebook.

Veronica and Duke happened to be passing by when they spotted a notebook on their cafeteria table. It was yellow and had the initials 'H.M'

"Isn't that Heather's journal?" Veronica asked looking closer.

"I think it is." Duke picked it up flipping through the pages until she found the latest thing written.

Veronica peered over her shoulder, gasping. She placed her hand over her mouth. "Oh. My. God."

"This'll crucify her!" Heather chuckled in delight.
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Hello,

My local theater group is putting on 'Heathers' and of course I really want Heather McNamara. But I'm screwed because everyone is a much better actor and singer than me. What do I do? Please help.

Please help me,
your home girl.