Denial: A Chansaw Story

A Nobody and a Queen (1)

I said it in the description but I dont think the link worked and I felt bad not addressing the artwork (thank you okaymaybeimemo btw) This is the link to the cover art I used http://fav.me/ddve7gn It was made by someone named Kyubi Moonier!

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The short, pale, and frankly smart young outsider slithered through the halls of Westerburg. Diary in hand, she was just trying to survive. A chubbier girl sat near the edge of the hallway, patiently waiting for her friend, as she was all alone. Her unicorn shirt proved the child like innocence she had wasn't fit with the environment.

A popular, gorgeous, trendsetting lady also walked these halls. The largest difference was, people practically spread in formations for her. Well, it wasn't only her. Two shorter minions followed behind her, still strutting. This school wasn't fair, and neither was life. You had to eat your way up the food chain or you get left behind to rot.

One day, the paths of the outsider and the trendsetter crossed. Sure both were spiky, prickly human beings, but some thorns can be picked off.

The outsider, had been writing in her diary at the beginning of the day:

Dear diary,

I believe I'm a good person, you know- I think there's good in everyone but here we are! First day of senior year.. and I look around at these kids I've known all my life and I think- "what happened?"

She would've continued, but they constant shouting in the halls ruined her train of thought. That girl sure was philosophical.

A previous page in the said book was written "-Veronica." The outsider, was Veronica. Sawyer, to be exact. She was just a high schooler trying to get by and one who constantly wished to be part of the Heathers. What were the Heathers? Well they were the most powerful and most well known clique in all of Westerburg. Behold, the queens of Westerburg. They were never bothered, never harassed. Veronica would give anything to be like that.

Speaking of Heathers, let's head back to our trendsetter we keep on about. She was a Heather. Not just any Heather, she was the queen. THE queen. A demon queen, some say. A mythic bitch, others say. But no one would say that to her face, no they would get their head mounted on a wall or something. In short, she was Heather Chandler, she wore red and was constantly worshipped.

As the prophecy foretold, these two would cross paths today. Now why would Heather Chandler interact with a nobody, that's a question to ask her, and why would she interact with you? She wouldn't.

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Veronica sped through the halls, searching frantically for her best friend. All she heard were the words, "Martha Dumptruck! Wide load!" Before getting knocked out. Damn, she shouldn't have tried to stick up for her so recklessly.

"Martha!" Veronica tackled the innocent girl into her arms.

"Hey." Martha gave a warm smile, but it faded when she looked back at the two jocks who caused her friend pain. Ram Sweeney, a kid who she thought never judged, or never changed, changed. No, she had faith. He wasn't truly bad.

She decided to interrupt her own thoughts, "We still on for movie night?"

"Yeah, you're on jiffy pop detail!" Veronica snickered and slapped Martha on the back. A mini cough escaped Martha but she just continued.

"I rented the Princess Bride!" She wiped her mouth.

Veronica tilted her head a bit, it was a tick she had and it escalated when she was nervous.