Heathers: The Novel

Chapter one

September 1st, 1989. Dear diary,
I believe I'm a good person. But honestly, who doesn't? I mean, maybe the people who know they aren't. Yet, I think that there is at least a little good in everyone. Even the bad eggs can still have some good to them. But it's hard to believe that as I look around at these kids that I've known for most of my life. It's already Senior Year! But what happened to us?

When we were young, we'd run around playing tag or catch. We'd act like kids. Well.. we kinda were kids. But this is our last year before adulthood. Sure, some of us may be immature, but that doesn't mean we act like we're all still kids.

It's probably been seven or eight years since we've run around in circles or ate cookie dough. But things have changed. We've grown.

Some of our egos have grown. Some of our likability has grown. Popularity. Rudeness. Integrity. I could keep going on about the pros and cons.

But soon enough I won't have to see these kids anymore. I mean, were graduating soon. College will be a blast without the same kids that I've known for years.

I keep walking as I write in my diary until I bump into someone-

"Ow-!" Shouts a boy as we both fall down.

I get up "Er.. sorry. Let me help you u-"

"Ew no- don't touch me nerd" he helps himself up and storms off.

Alright then. I open up my diary again and start writing.

Things will be much better once I get away from this hell. Once I graduate from college, I can forget all about this town. Maybe I'll live out of state? Not sure yet. Somewhere with a nice atmosphere. Somewhere I can just sit and relax. Have a nice cup of coffee. I don't know. Something of that sort.

High school is hell. But Westerburg high isn't just any high school. Westerburg high is the kind of place you'd just want to burn down. Westerburg high is like society, but as a high school, which is relatively worse.

I close my diary and grab a lunch tray.  An odd amount of people are lined up for lunch today. Usually, people just bring their own or just don't eat in general.

I feel my lunch tray get smacked out of my hands.

"Whoooops"

I roll my eyes. Ram Sweeny. Of course. Spends all of highschool smacking lunch trays. Honestly, what should I expect though?

"Dick-" I mumble to myself.

Ram grips onto my shirt with one hand and shapes his other hand into a fist above his head.

"What did you say to me, skank?!"

"Gahh-! Nothing!" I blurt out as he drops me.

"That's what I thought." He turns around and walks off to Kurt. They fist-bump and laugh like idiots, per usual.

I pick up my tray and put it back. Lost my appetite already. Thanks.

I walk out of the line and bump into someone again. In shock, I screamed a bit. But were in a school. I'm not gonna scream bloody murder.

I look to see who it is and, "Oh! Hey Martha!"

I've known Martha Dunnstock for forever now. We've been best friends since diapers. I'd choose her over any cliché clique in our school.

"Hey!" She smiles, whole-heartedly. "You up for movie night after school?"

"Is that even a question? As always! You got a video picked out yet?" I ask