Heathers and Hinata

Beautiful

Hinata's PoV
'September 1st 1989, Dear Diary,' I looked up from my diary as I walked down the school halls, trying my best not to bump into anyone and make a scene. 'I believe I'm a pretty good person. I think everyone has a piece of goodness inside them, but uh- here we are, senior year,' I swallowed as the halls started to gradually fill up with different students 'I look around at these 'kids' I've known all my life and I ask myself-what happened?'

"Freak!" "Slut!" "Burnout!" "Bug-eyes!" "Poser!" "Lard ass!"

'Great not this shit again' I sighed and tried to Avoid the fights that were about to happen 'come on its the first day, grow up!'

"Freak!" "Slut!" "Loser!" "Short bus!"

'God please, not Today! I just want to get through with this shit and graduate' I push back my Orange locks as I try and find my class.

"Bull-Dyke!" "Stuck-up!" "Hunchback!"

'This is so-' I snapped out my thoughts as I slammed into someone "I'm so sorry" I quickly walk away in embarrassment 'Welcome to my School, this ain't no high school, this the Thunderdome' I swallowed at the thought.

"WHITE TRASH!"

'I just need to graduate and get to collage, that is if I don't die' I hid behind a wall and sighed. 'But I know, life can be beautiful, If we change back then we can change again, we can be beautiful-' I walked out and ran into a silver haired male. "Ow!" He fell to the floor.

'Just not today'

"Hey, are you okay?" I held out a hand for him.
He got up and dusted himself. "Ugh, get away nerd" He flipped me off and ran off, leaving me dumbfounded.
"Oh, uh, okay?"

"Freak!" "Slut!" "Homo!" "Homo!" "Homo!"

I took a deep breathe As I walked down the lunch line 'This will get better, soon as my letter comes from Harvard, Duke, or brown' I zoned out as I though of all the cafés and places I'll go once I leave this shit hole. 'Thats the life' I smile but it quickly fades as my lunch tray is smacked to the floor.
"Oops, my bad" A black haired male with a roosters hair-do spoke.
'Ugh, Tetsurō Kuroo-Sweeney, Third year as a linebacker and eighth year of smacking lunch trays and being a huge dick!' I spoke under my breathe

"What did you say, skank?" Kuroo glared down at me, ready to strangle me.
"Ahaha nothing, nothing at all" I smile and waved as he walked off. 'Shit that was to close, way to-' "Shōyō!" "Bwaahh!" I squeaked as I looked over. "Oh hey Kenma" "Hey" Kenma smiled as he held my book and lunch tray.

'Ah my best friend since what? Since we were babies, Kenma Kozume-Dunstock' I smiled widely.
"Are we still on for Game night? Maybe even some Movies?" Kenma rocked on his heels slightly.
"Course we are, you're on jiffy pop detail" I crossed my arms.
"I rented the 'princess bride"
"Ohoho, again? Wait don't you have like the whole movie memorized?"
Kenma blushed slightly and rubbed his arm. "what can I say? I'm a sucker for happy endings"

"Kenma Dumptruck! Pussy bitch! Mroww!" Bokuto laughed and smacked the lunch tray and book in his hands down.
'Great, Kōtarō Bokuto-Kelly. He is the smartest guy in the football team, which is like being the tallest dwarf' I glared at him.
"Hey! Pick that up! Right now!"I growled at Bokuto.
"I'm sorry, are you talking to me?" Bokuto faced my direction with a pissed off expression.
"Yes, I am. I want to know what gives you the right to pick on my friend," By this time the people in the lunch line started to stare at us. "You're a high school has-been waiting to happen. A future gas station attendant" I clenched my fists as he leaned down.
"You have a zit right there" Bokuto flicked my forehead as he and the others laughed.