greetings and salutations!
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dear diary, heather told me she teaches people real life. she said "real life sucks losers dry. if you want to fuck with the eagles, you have to learn to fly."
i said, " so you teach people how to spread their wings and fly?" she said, "yes." i said, "you're beautiful."
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"god come on veronica!"
i felt a kick to the right side of my body, "what's your damage heather?" i grit out. heather rolls her eyes, "don't blame me, blame heather she wants me to haul your ass to the cafeteria, pronto." looking up i see heather look pleadingly at the other heather across from her. "heather, back me up." she pleads. heather looks up from shoes and shyly makes eye contact with me. "y-yeah," heather stutters. "she's right, heather wants you there quickly."
i roll my eyes in irritation, "fucking hell, fine i'm coming."
we stroll through the hallways and finally meet up with heather, she looks at me with an evil glance in her eye. oh god, i think to myself. this cannot be good. heather tells me "veronica i need you to forge a letter to martha dumtruck. make it sensual" she giggles out. i roll my eyes, "seriously heather, i have nothing against her." heather glares at me heavily, "c'mon veronica it'll give her shower masturbation material for weeks!" she laughs. i sigh in defeat knowing that heather could never let it go. it was enough for heather, quickly turning around heather telling her to lean over. "veronica needs something solid to right on."
i take my taking writing the letter, dreading when martha will actual get the letter. but time was not on my side, the letter is finish, and heather takes it and sneaks up behind martha and quietly puts the letter on her tray, while skipping away. she joins the group of giggling girls, while i stand on the sidelines thinking why i ever agree to this. heather once again turns to me, and i know this'll never be over.
"poll time" heather tells me while walking confidently to the next table. i sluggishly walk behind her and towards the table of preppy bitchy school kids. heather reads off the poll and i can honestly care less for what she has written. one of the preppy girls says something and out of sarcasm i retort by saying "you're beautiful" an quickly walking away.
hearing stomps behind me in the loudness of the cafeteria i slow down my pace and wait for heather. she grabs my arm and spins me around. "if you're gonna openly be a bitch about this, then tonight's party is not for you."
"god heather, i'm just sick of talking to the same people, why can't we ever go and talk to anyone else?"
heather stops dead in her tracks, "fuck me gently with a chainsaw, do i look like mother teresa to you?" she tells me angrily. "do you think i got to where i am by associating with the outcasts of life?" i snap my head towards her, "does it bother you that people think of you as a piranha?" i growl. heather rolls her eyes again and laugh. "everybody loves me and i'm already a junior."
but noticing my unsatisfactory heather and i walk around the school listening to the different social groups answers to today's lunch poll.
afterwards we head to the bathroom to deal with heather's . . . stomach issues.
"veronica can you come back here, please?" i glance at the other two heathers, "a true friend's work is never done." i say as i walk into the bathroom. as i leave i hear the noise of disgust trail behind from the heathers.
"god heather, bulimia is so 87'."
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heading back into the cafeteria i noticed a dark and cunning boy in the corner of the lunchroom, i guess i must have been staring too long because before i know i hear heather's voice say "god veronica, drool much?" her and the others laugh, but i continue staring. rolling her eyes, heather says "his name is louis tomlinson, he's in my english lit class."
i found myself walking the direction of his alluring blue eyes.
"greetings and salutations!" louis greets me when i stop at his table. i blush and ask "hey, mind if i ask you a poll? it's kind of a dumb question." i shyly say.
he smiles and says, "there are no stupid questions." i quirk my eyebrow at him but ask his the poll question anyway. looking up from the board i notice his face scrunched up, i laugh as he says "well that is the dumbest question i've ever heard in my life." "um, probably row out into the middle of a lake somewhere with a bottle of tequila have sex, you know." he smirks while looking at me."
"how very" i say looking into his eyes. i'm pulled out of my gaze by heather who drags me away, i managed to get out the words 'later' before i'm a good distance away, by right before i touch the door, i hear the two jocks bother louis. but not before i hear two gunshots fire.
~~~~~~WHAT'S UP BITCHES Y'ALL THOUGHT I WAS NEVER GONNA START THIS STORY, Y'ALL THOUGHT.
i love this movie with a passion and i though louis would fit the role of james dean perfectly. i want to make this story the same plot as the heathers, but trying to add my on twist on it.
please give this story much love along with my other stories.
much love dolls!!
