She turned on the tap and filled her mouth and spat it out.
"I'm amazing. I'm perfect!" she said.
"what's been bothering you?" I ask. she leans against the wall.
"you know, the night Heather died, I was wishing for it. I was wishing so hard for her to drop dead and leave this world. And what do I know, next day the news tells me she died" she says, laughing at herself. "but even after that, she won't leave me alone. my style, what I do, Martha, everything!" she cries. She slides down the wall, her face in her hands. I kneel in front of her. I hesitate for a moment before deciding something. I reach and close the bathroom door.
"Veronica, can I tell you something?" I ask. she looks up and nods.
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Heathers (parody)
Ficção AdolescenteJane has been friends with the Heather's since Elementary. she's watched as they became 'the Heather's' that ruled the school and as they initiated Veronica Sawyer into their group in high school. but she never cared enough to stop them. it wasn't t...
