It's Her Fault - |Chansaw|

Part 1

|Veronica|

My eyes flutter open. My head hurts. What the hell happened last night? Wait... this isn't my room! What the- I feel movement next to me and hear a low grumble. I turn and I immediately blush red. Sleeping soundly, next to me, Veronica Sawyer, is the one and only queen of Westerburg High School in Sherwood, Ohio, Heather Chandler. How the fuck did I end up here? Let's rewind a bit.

*Rewind Noises*

September 1st, 1989...

Dear Diary,

The day has come. The first day of senior year. All I have to do is make it through this year and then I can leave this hell hole. IF I make it through. In my school, Westerburg High, there are ranks and I happen to be at the lowest of the ranks. The nobodies. We're nerds, geeks, introverts, outsiders, and newbies. The top ranks don't even know we exist. Above us, the somebodies. They're people who have been blessed with acknowledgement from the top ranks. Then there's the popular kids. The wannabes. Everyone in the school knows them. That'll be most of the cheerleaders. Then the jocks. The entire football team. Basically, masochistic assholes. And finally, at the top of the ranks, The Heathers. There's only three of them. Heather McNamara, head cheerleader. Her dad is loaded (he sells engagement rings). Heather Duke, runs the yearbook. No discernible personality, but her mom did pay for implants. And Heather Chandler, the all mighty. She is a mythic bitch. At least I don't have to go through this alone. I have Martha. That's all for now. I better get to class.

I shut my diary. The bell hasn't rung yet. Maybe I can find Martha before lunch ends. And just like that, right before I leave my bathroom stall, the door to the bathroom swings open. I hear the clacking of heels. I hear another stall open. I never hear it close. Then I hear puking. Fuck. The bell rings.

"Grow up Heather, bulimia is so '87."

Oh I'm in deep shit.

"Maybe you should see a doctor Heather."

"Yeah Heather, maybe I should."

Oh I'm in even deeper shit than I thought. So much for making it to class on time.

"Ah, Heather and Heather-"

More puking.

"-and Heather."

Ms. Fleming. The hippie. She seems to enjoy handing out detentions every chance she gets. What a bitch.

"Perhaps you didn't hear the bell over all the vomiting? You're late for class."

"Heather wasn't feeling well. We're helping her."

I suddenly got an amazing, but crazy idea. I start scribbling in my diary quickly.

"Not without a hall pass you're not, weeks detention-"

"Actually Ms. Fleming, we're out on a hall pass. Yearbook committee."

I nervously hand her the forged hall pass. I hope she falls for it.

"...I see that you're all listed. Hurry up and get where you're going," she barked. She handed me the forged note and left the bathroom in a somewhat irritated manner. I sighed. I suddenly felt a hand grab my wrist and turn me around. Heather Chandler. She took the forged note and examined it. I wanted to move but I was frozen in place.

After a few seconds, she handed the note to Heather Duke and said, "This is an excellent forgery. Who are you?"

"Veronica- Sawyer. I crave a boon."

"What boon?"

"Let me sit at your table at lunch- just once! No talking necessary. If people think you tolerate me, then they'll leave me alone-"

The Heathers laugh at this. I turn a light shade of pink.

"Before you answer, I also do report cards, permission slips, and absence notes."

"How about prescriptions?"

"Shut up Heather!"

"Sorry Heather..."

After a few seconds of silence I still can't bring myself to look directly into their- no her eyes. Then I feel a warm hand on my chin and my head is lifted up. I'm staring directly into her bluish-greenish eyes. She seems to be examining my face.

"For a greasy little nobody... you do have good bone structure," Chandler said.

McNamara cut in. "And a symmetrical face. If I took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull, I'd have matching halves. That's very important," she said with cutting hand gestures.

"Of course you could stand to lose a few pounds." Heather Duke grumbled. Chandler snapped her fingers and the other Heathers immediately quieted down. "So, what do you say, Sawyer?" I tensed at the way she said my last name. "W- what?" I stumbled on my words.

"Join us."

And that's where it all began.