Chapter One
'Dear Diary. Today I saw the three Heathers at Westberg High School. They're annoying, and are horrible; today is the day Heather hit my head with a croquet mallet. She asked: "What's your damage, Veronica?", and I answered: "Nothing, Heather, but you're a bitch"''.
*
School is, as you expect, full of cliques, sororities, fraternities, and order. You see the overweight girls with labels on their backs; you see Heathers armed with papers, saying: 'If you are attacked by aliens, what would you do?'; and you reply: 'I'd kill them with a ray gun'. You are stupid, and feel alienated by society. I am Veronica Sawyer, a seventeen year old teenage girl. I wear a black jacket, brown stockings on my legs, and play croquet, and I drink Slurpees because I like drinking them. No, I don't have a boyfriend-yet. And my long, black hair is falling on my back; my brown eyes are seeing Ram, and Kurt Kelly, the college football player.
I didn't give a damn about them; I knew they were seeing other girls.
'Veronica! I didn't know you would come to a Remington party. Besides, you're not one of us; you're an outsider', Heather said.
'I hate Remington parties', I said.
'If you want to be one of us, do it', Heather threatened.
I sighed, and said: 'I'll be there at 7:00 PM'.
It proved to be a huge mistake.
*
Heather Chandler, Heather Duke, and Heather McNamara, all were seventeen, almost eighteen. They dressed formally; they didn't give a damn about anything except taunting teenagers in the cafeteria. 'As you know, Veronica, school has its social order: the nerds; the jocks; the Glee clubs; the psychopaths', Heather Chandler said, '...And the football players', she added. She pointed to JD, a new arrival. 'Veronica, go over there, and greet him'. I looked at the teenager who didn't fit the type; he wasn't my type.
Or was he?...
'Excuse me, but can I ask you a stupid question?', I asked him.
'No question is too stupid', JD answered.
'If aliens overtook the Earth, what would you do? Leave; scream; or get rid of them?', I said.
'That is a stupid question. Are you with Heather Chandler?'.
'Yes, I'm Veronica Sawyer. Croquet player, and outsider'.
'JD. Loner'.
'Really, no girlfriend'.
'Not at the moment. Mom is dead; Dad is in construction'.
'Hey, Veronica, do you like us?', Ram asked.
'Piss off, Ram', I answered.
'Hey, what did you say, bitch'.
JD looked at Ram, and smirked.
'Leave her alone', JD said.
'Yeah, and you are...'.
'JD. I'm new here. And Veronica is my girlfriend. Now, piss off'.
'Excuse me, but I need to speak to Betty Finn. She and I are playing croquet at 4:00 PM at my house', I said.
'I can come by by 5:00 PM, Veronica', JD said.
As I left to speak to my best friend, Ram and Kurt placed their fingers into the food of JD.
'What are you going to do about that, dickhead?', Ram asked him.
JD grabbed his .38 Smith & Wesson gun, and aimed it at him.
Then everyone fled.
*
'You shot up the school, JD. Want a Slurpee?', I asked him.
'Yes. Who do you want dead?'.
'All of the Heathers need to die'.
'Are you sure, JD?'.
'Yes', JD said.
I nodded, and agreed with him.
*
Betty Finn smiled.
'I didn't know you were here, Veronica. I thought you were with the Heathers'.
'I don't like them, Betty'.
'Neither do I, Veronica'.
'Veronica, why do I have this drink?', my father asked.
'I don't know, Dad. But you drink lemon squash', I answered.
'Yes, I do', my Dad said.
And he smiled, as his wife sat on the lounger, drinking Iced Tea, as they watched us play the game.
*
'Have a good night, Veronica', Betty said.
'Thank you, Betty. See you at school', I said.
She waved, and I left for the party.
*
The fusion of rock music, and teenage angst was palpable. I was sick; I didn't want to think about drinking alcohol. Heather Chandler was thinking the same thing. 'What's wrong with you, Veronica?', she asked.
'I'm sick', I answered.
'Sick. I got you into a Remington party'.
'Yes, but I am...'.
And I threw up on her expensive dress.
That ended our friendship once and for all.
I left in a hurry, and all thoughts of kissing fraternity brothers was over.
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