I'm Sorry For Drunkly Kissing you- Oneshots but mostly DreamNap[DISCONTINUED]

Heathers the musical part 1.

~Nick's perspective~

It was the first day of senior year... I decided I would write in my new diary, the best way to start any bad day and any new diary.. talking about high school drama and people that only the old diaries know.

~PART 1. THE START OF THE END- Beautiful~

September 6 1999
Dear Diary
I believe I am a good person.. I think that there's good in everyone but—here we are! First day of senior year! And uh... I look around at these kids that I've known all my life and I ask myself—what happened? 
We were so tiny, happy and shiny playing tag and getting chased. Singing and clapping, laughing and napping, baking cookies, eating paste... Then we got bigger.. that was the trigger, like... the Huns invading Rome.. 
Welcome to my school, this ain't no high school, this is the Thunderdome.
You just got to hold your breath and count the days, you're graduating soon. Believe me, college will be paradise if I'm not dead by June.

But I know life could be beautiful, I pray and I pray for a better way and if we were kind before, we can maybe be kind once more, we can become beautiful.

"Hey are you ok..?" i asked a dude that was on the ground.
" GET AWAY NERD" ok..

Things will get better as soon as my letter comes from Harvard, Duke or Brown, away from this coma, take my diploma and then I can blow this town.. Dream of ivy covered walls and smoky french cafés, fight the urge to strike a match and set this dump ablaze.. 

Thomas Innit, third year as line-backer and eighth year of smacking lunch-trays and being a huge dick-

"Hey Deo"
"Hey"

Deo Dunnstock, my best friend since diapers

"We on for movie night ?" he asked silently.
"Yea, you're on jiffy pop detail"
"I rented The Princess Bride"
"Again? wait, don't you have it memorized by now ?"
"What can I say, I am a sucker for a happy ending"

"DEO DUMBTRUCK, WIDE LOOOOOOOOOAD! HOOOOOOOOOONK"

Dave Blade, he is the most energic guy on the football team, which is kind of like being the tallest dwarf. 

"HEY! PICK THAT UP! RIGHT. NOW."i said
"I'm sorry, are you actually talking to me?"
"Yes, I want to know what gives you the right to pick on my friend. You're a high school has-been waiting to happen, a future gas station attendant."
"You have a zit right there" he said before starting to laugh loudly.

The gods entered the school, everyone saw them and turned their attention to them.

And then there's the Gods. They float above it all.

George Foun, head public speaker. His dad is loaded—he sells engagement rings.
Darryl Noveschosch, runs the yearbook. No discernible personality, but his mom did pay for surgery. And Zak Ahmed, the almighty he is a mythic bitch. They are solid Teflon, never bothered, never harassed... I'd give anything to be like that...

-IN THE SCHOOL BATHROOM AFTER CLASS STARTS-

"Oh grow up Darryl, Bulimia is so '87" Zak said;
"I think you should see a doctor Darryl" George said softly;
"Yea Georgie, maybe I should.."