Epilogue
'Hello, Betty. Do you want to play croquet?', I asked her.
'Yes, I'd like that', she answered.
I saw other students who were victims of the three Heathers. I smiled at them. I didn't want to be a bitch; I wanted to make amends for the bad behavior I'd done with JD; I was saved by making friends with those girls, and boys, I'd let down. In closing, I wasn't a Heather; I was Veronica Sawyer, a cigarette smoking, Slurpee drinking, teenager who survived High School, and that was all that mattered.
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