Dear Heather Hamilton, BMC **DISCONTINUED**

Guilt

                  That's going to mess up something, even though I don't know what. I'm going to destroy the universe or some shit like that. Well, that sucks. Not just for me, but for everyone else in my

Coma Dream Thing

This universe

Reality

Fucked up Brain

It's probably 1 or 4, but still. 2 and 3 are still possibilities.

I look up to see (insert the name of the high school idk). Well shit, I'm heere (omg that's by accident but still). What now? I look to Jeremy and Michael, who are probably talking about me or some shit along those lines. Assholes.

I walk up to them and tap Michael's shoulder. He turned around and looked at me weirdly, again, judging me. Jeremy looked really confused, but not at me, but at my shirt. Shit.

To break the tension, I asked "So, am I going to break into the school or are you going to leave me outside?" hopefully having the outside option sounds like a joke.

"Probably the latter." It could be just me, but Michael is sounding like a fucking asshole. I mean, knowing his "chill" and "cool" character from the book, play, and musical. But still. Asshole.

"Ouch..." I looked down at my shoes, pretending that this just made me the most depressed human being in the world. Because I had a plan. I mean, a plan to become friends with the BMC gang.

I huffed, "Well, see you never," I turned around started walking away from the boys. Quietly, I said, "Now I have nobody to play AOTD with. I just got to the cafetorium." I hoped this worked.

"Wait, you have AOTD?!" Michael called after me.

"Umm, yeah. But, still, I gotta go. It's hard to play with two controllers when you only have two hands."

"Hey, we should hang out sometime! Michael and I need a Player Three!" Jeremy pointed out, obviously feeling bad for me. I felt a little pain in my heart. I'm using my fangirl knowledge to manipulate the Boyf Riends. But still...

"Oh, totally! But, we need to hang at your place though. My parents are..." Shit, what am I gonna say? I mean, I can do the whole "abusive family", but that's overused. My parents are in an online business meeting? No, that'd only work once. "...are having my grandparents over. They said that I can't bring anybody to our house until the winter break." Yeah, that's long enough for me to be friends with Jeremy and Michael. And maybe Christine and Rich. Yay!

"Sure! That's fine with me!" Jeremy looked sympathetic towards me, but Michael still looked like a little bitch.

"I still don't know. You haven't told us your name yet-" Michael began, but I interrupted quickly, "I'm Y/N. Y/N L/N. And I have a plan to break me into your school.

              (Ouch, only 470ish words.)