Chapter 1: Beautiful

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Now if you've read my Heathers one shot book then you will understand that this is based off of a two part one shot with the Chandler and Duke. Now don't ask why I called the chapter "beautiful." Enjoy!
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Your POV
"Today is a normal day in Westerburg High, what I mean by normal. Well people making fun of me, pushing me up against lockers or into them, and well bullying me. Why? Well because I am lesbian, though the Heathers are a different story. They never seem to bother me. I don't know why. I don't really care." I wrote in the diary that my father made me write in it for "therapy."
Then suddenly I was kicked onto the ground by the one and only Kurt Kelly. "Heya dyke! What you doing?" He asked, waiting for a response from me. "My buddy, Kurt, just asked you a question, dyke!" Ram said placing his foot upon my back. "None of your damn business!" I growled lowly, in the corner of my eye I could see the Heathers. Chandler and Duke looked angry, McNamara was had a look of sympathy and, Veronica looked terrified.
"Let's go Ram, the dyke won't fight back." Kurt said, walking away. Ram followed him, walking all over me. When they were far enough from me, I finally got up. Right then the bell rang and then it so I headed to class.
Time skip)
"Come on...it's almost lunch. Quit talking and let us out." I thought as the teacher continued talking about some crap, I don't give a shit about. Then in the perfect moment, the bell rang. I grabbed my stuff and headed to my locker. This was my favorite part of the day. Why? Because no one bothers me during lunch.
I put my stuff in my locker and walked to the cafeteria. After awhile of walking I finally made it. Only for something to happen. "(Y/n)!" A two loud voices yelled. Okay not only was I called by my real name but it was also Heather fucking Chandler and Heather fucking Duke who called me. Should I be fucking terrified or not? I don't fucking know, but I guess I can not not see what they want.

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