Veronica: September 1st, 1989. Dear Diary:

"Woah, Ronnie! Is that you?", Heather McNamara spoke, eyes filled with fascinated wonder.

Veronica shrugged in response, eyes fixed on the geeky teenage-looking actress on the stage.

Duke laughed at the screen. "You still write in a diary?", she chuckled, but is quickly shut up by a look from Chandler.

Veronica: I believe I'm a good person. You know I think that there's good in everyone, but…

JD shook his head. "Okay, I'm sorry, but I have to interject on that statement."

"Yes, I write in a goddamn diary! It's a coping technique that I couldn't let go!", Veronica shouted, much to the chagrin of Heather Duke and the flinch of Martha. JD gave her a raised brow before sighing.

"I mean that not everybody has any good in them. Not everybody is a good person."

Veronica rolled her eyes at him. "Of course I know that," she said, "But I mean that people cannot be born as mythic and mean. People have just been made that way by something, whether it was peer pressure or some freak accident, but there's always a sliver of good that has been hibernating under that bitchy interior." Martha, who had originally held that piece of advice in her mindset, cuddled her friend, who smiled back.

The others were quiet. It's been enlisted in their reputations to be cruel and hard to everybody around them. The Heathers and the jocks were the top of the food chain, and it's their duty to pick on the those lower. If shown worthy, they might join their posse. But their good just hidden? Ha! Pathetic. It's too late for them.

Little did they know JD was thinking the same thing. It was quite cute on how this Veronica person believed in the pure goodness of the world, don't get him wrong. But people are going to hurt you, one way or another, no matter how good they seem to be. He had always kept a wall in his heart; that way, it takes longer for somebody to hurt him.

It has always been like that for him, and it's a good way to be.

Veronica: Here we are, first day of senior year! And uh, I look around at these kids I've known all my life and I ask myself, "what happened?"

Company: Freak! Slut! Burnout! Bug eyes! Poser! Lard ass!

Veronica, McNamara, and Martha cringe at the names while Chandler, Duke, Ram, Kurt, and JD stare with an indescribable emotion. High school was always a dangerous place if you're not careful.

Veronica: We were so tiny, happy and shiny, playing tag and getting chased.

Company: Freak! Slut! Loser! Short bust!

"Ugh. I have always hated tag. What did you love in that game, the fact that you got extra time to wallow in the mud like a bunch of filthy pigs?", Chandler shivered.

"Mud! I loved mud! I think I ate a lot of it, which could explain why I haven't gotten fever in a while. But I'm surprised I haven't gotten ringworm.", Ram snickered to Kurt.

Chandler responded with a glare and a gag.

Veronica: Singing and clapping, laughing and napping, baking cookies, eating paste.

Company: Bull dyke! Stuck up! Hunchback!

Veronica: Then we got bigger, that was the trigger, like the Huns invading Rome!

"Ooh! Good analogy, Veronica!"

"Thanks, Martha. I guess that decent lesson on the invasion of Rome stayed with me."

Veronica: Welcome to my school, this ain't no high school, this is the Thunder Dome!

McNamara moved her head to the side. "What's a thunder-dome?"

Kurt spoke up, "It's a steel arena used for bloody fights in that Mad Max movie. Super awesome!"

McNamara nodded slowly and turned toward the screen again. "Works.", she muttered. Kurt gave her a weird look and turned his head again.

Veronica: Hold your breath and count the days we're graduating soon;

Company: White trash!

"How come most of you are insulting your own kind? The majority of this cast are white.", JD questioned. Martha shrugged in his direction and rubbed her palms.

Veronica: College would be paradise if I'm not dead by June!

Veronica: But I know, I know, life can be beautiful. I pray, I pray, for a better way! If we changed back then, we can change again, we can be beautiful…

Veronica was still waiting. Waiting for the immaturity to dawn at school and everybody can see the inner beauty each student can offer to one another. But all of them being lousy and causing pain to each other isn't working. It's a slow process to succeed.

At least it's just one year left.

Student: Ow!

Veronica: Just not today. Hey, are you okay?

Student: Get away, nerd!

Duke rolled her eyes. "I hate those kinds of students. Such whiny little losers who think they are better than everybody."

Chandler rolled her eyes and mumbled something under her breath.

Veronica: Oh, okay.

Company: Freak! Slut! Cripple! Homo! Homo! HOMO!

Veronica: Things will get better soon as my letter comes from Harvard, Duke, or Brown; wake from this coma, take my diploma, then I can blow this town!

Martha grabbed a little notepad from her sweater and begun writing it down. Something was telling her that the way the actress bluntly stated that last phrase must mean that that will mean something later.

Veronica: Dream of ivy-covered walls and smoky French cafes…

Ram: Watch it!

Veronica: Fight the urge to strike a match and set this dump ablaze!

Yep. There it was again.

Ram: Ooooops!

Ram looked at Veronica with a sheepish expression, which was strange for him considering that he took pride in absolutely everything he does.

"Heh heh…sorry, 'Ronica. If I knew you were gonna be some cool Heather later, I would've brought the lunch for you to the table." Veronica smirked and rolled her eyes hard.

Right. Yeah, right.

Veronica: Ram Sweeney; third year as linebacker and eighth year of smacking lunch trays and being a huge dick!

Ram: What did you say to me, skank?

Veronica: Ah! Nothing!

Yep. Could've been a real gentleman, rest assured.

Veronica: But I know, I know (Company: I know, I know) life can be beautiful (Company: Beautiful); I pray, I pray (Company: I pray, I pray) for a better way! (Company: For a better way!) We were kind before, we can be kind once more, we can be beautiful…

Veronica: Ah! Hey, Martha!

Martha: Hey!

Martha did a little squeal in her seat and shuffled a little. "Are they gonna introduce everybody in this song, because the musical is called 'Heathers' but we aren't hearing Heather anywhere.", Duke questioned, bored.

Veronica: Martha Dunstock, my best friend since diapers!

And she always will, Veronica thought. The last thing she wanted on this social job was to hurt Martha. By the way she was treated by the other students, the last thing she needed was her best friend treating her like dirt. She knew Martha had the biggest heart she had ever seen, but at Westerburg, that wasn't enough.

Martha: We on for movie night?

Veronica: Yeah! You're on jiffy pop detail!

"Mmm, Jiffy Pop popcorn and a movie…that actually sounds pretty good. Is that some tradition you guys have?", McNamara asked, her eyes perplexed.

Marth and Veronica nodded and McNamara turned back to the screen. Maybe she and Duke and Chandler should organize one of those. Just a chance to relax and not worry about insulting any peasants at school.

Martha: I rented "The Princess Bride"!

Veronica: Ha ho ho, again? Wait, don't you have it memorized by now?

Martha: What can I say? I'm a sucker for a happy ending.

Kurt: Martha Dumptruck! Wide load! Ah! Ha ha!

Martha winced at the closeness of Kurt's face to hers while Kurt laughed obnoxiously loud. "HA! Man, I scored her good. The tray did a double flip towards the floor.", he jeered as he fist bumped Ram, McNamara having to lean back into her seat to avoid their arms, which from where she was sitting, didn't smell great.

Veronica: Kurt Kelly; quarterback. He is the smartest guy on the football team, which is kind of like being the tallest dwarf.

Kurt turned his head quickly, so fast his neck might snap. "Hey! What did that mean?", he called to Veronica.

"It means you're the odd one out from the team.", JD replied.

Kurt made a face to JD, who stayed quiet through a majority of the exchange of the group. "I wasn't talking to you, lard-ass! Want me to make you the odd one out instead?", he threatened, starting out of his seat.

McNamara grabbed his arm and whispered quickly into his ear, though, and he sat back down, but not before giving JD an evil look.

Veronica: Hey! Pick that up! Right now.

Kurt: I'm sorry, are you actually talking to me?

Veronica: Yes I am! I wanna know what gives you the right to pick on my friend. You're a high school has-been waiting to happen; a future gas station attendant.

Kurt shuffled in his seat. As much as he will never admit it to himself, but what she said kind of hurt.

The last thing he wanted was to end up with a lowlife job after high school, a gas station attendant being one of the worst. He saw those unhygienic bastards in his neighborhood, all fat and molding and unclean and smelly, bastards who had no future for themselves because they didn't work hard enough.

He wasn't becoming those.

No sir.

Kurt: You have a zit right there.

Kurt stifled a laugh. Okay, that made him feel better!

Veronica: Dear Diary:

(Veronica: Why?) Student #1: Why do they hate me?

Student #2: Why don't I fight back?

Kurt: Why do I act like such a creep?

(Veronica: Why?) Martha: Why won't he date me?

Ram: Why did I hit him?

Students: Why do I cry myself to sleep?

(Veronica: Why?) Company: Somebody hug me!

Company: Somebody fix me! Somebody save me! Give me a sign, God! Give me some hope here! Something to live for…

Suddenly, the building music stopped.

A more gentle melody played as three girls begun to emerge from the student lunch tray archway. One had blonde hair and wore yellow. One had darker hair and had green. The first had red hair, a luring smile, and had on blood red.

McNamara gasped. "Is that…"

Duke gaped. "Are those…"

Chandler shushed them. "Shh! We'll find out, now quit yapping!", she whispered, trying to hide the excitement she carried.

Company: Ah, Heather, Heather, and Heather…

The three Heathers begun to cheer while the jocks whooped and hollered. "Finally! The heroines have arrived!", Duke gushed.

Veronica: And then there's the Heathers; they float above it all.

Company: I love Heather, Heather, and Heather…

Veronica: Heather McNamara; head cheerleader. Her dad is loaded, he sells engagement rings.

McNamara squirmed in her seat. Yes, that was what she was known as, the girl whose childhood was so exciting and fun and rich, so goddamn rich. When did anyone look at the big picture? All this popularity because her father sells pretty rings.

But she snickered a bit at her actress, who ran her hand across her arm to display her invisible jewelry.

Veronica: Heather Duke; runs the yearbook. No discernable personality, but her mom did pay for implants.

Duke stared at the screen. She had implanted breasts. Man…she had no regrets though. She wasn't going back to her middle school life, where people would point out that she was a late bloomer. Never again did they tease. She was where she always wanted, at the very top.

She wasn't going to complain.

And she will make sure that her power guards her.

Never again.

Veronica: And Heather Chandler; the Almighty. She is a mythic bitch.

That's right, Chandler thought bitterly, When you have power, you use it wisely. If that means letting the lowlives go to shame, so be it. I'm a bitch, but people see me as a friend or a f***. No other way around it, and it's keeping every one in line.

I keep the student body in check.

Veronica: They're solid Teflon; never bothered, never harassed. I would give anything to be like that.

"Oh don't feel bad, Veronica. You're in a better place now. Believe me, if you follow our lead and my leadership, it'll be everything you ever wanted. No one will ever mess with you again.", Chandler claimed proudly.

Veronica chuckled hesitantly. Yes. A better place. All she ever wanted…

Is it better though?

Does she want it?

Student #1: I'd like to be their boyfriend.

Company: That would be beautiful…

Student #2: If I sat at their table, guys would notice me!

Company: So beautiful…

Duke sighed. "What is she, an idiot? You have to earn our table rights! Why-"

"Shut up, Heather!", Chandler barked.

"Sorry, Heather…"

Martha: I'd like them to be nicer.

Company: That would be beautiful…

Student: I'd like to kidnap a Heather and photograph her naked in an abandoned warehouse and leave her tied up for the rats.

At that, JD lost it.

He bent over laughing his guts out, clutching his stomach, face turning red and tears forming. At that, Ram, Kurt, and Veronica begun snickering, only for Veronica to slowly stop once seeing the crimson faces of the Heathers.

Still though, that was funny. Just funny.

Duke: *throws up*

Chandler: Grow up Heather. Bulimia is so '87.

"Shouldn't she go see a doctor or something, if that's so serious? It is bulimia," Martha spoke.

Duke looked at the shoes, still trying to regain her facial color. How embarrassing that felt, though she wanted to push it all the way down, knowing that all those fandom people know about her bulimia when it was already so embarrassing having her three friends know about it.

McNamara: Maybe you should see a doctor, Heather.

"I rest my case," Martha whispered tenderly to JD, who only shrugged her way.

Duke: Yeah, Heather. Maybe I should!

Ms. Flemming: Ah, Heather and Heather…

Duke: *throws up*

Ms. Flemming: …and Heather.

Veronica squinted. "Is that Ms. Flemming?!"

"Dear god, how many people know about us and the people in our lives?", Ram hissed at Kurt.

Kurt made a face of pure disgust. "I know, right? Next thing we know, our dads are gonna start singing a musical number later."

Ms. Flemming: Perhaps you didn't hear the bell over all the vomiting. You're late for class.

Chandler: Heather wasn't feeling well. We're helping her!

Ms. Flemming: Not without a hall pass, you're not. Week's detention!

Everyone in the theater sighed deeply, including JD. If there was one thing they knew about the hippie, it's that she loves to hand out detentions.

Maybe she didn't have enough going on to satisfy her more than to see seniors in trouble.

Veronica: Actually, Ms. Flemming, all four of us were out on a hall pass. Yearbook committee.

Martha turned to look at her friend. "Wait. How did you forge a note that quickly, Ronnie? It took her at least twenty seconds to come up with a detention for the Heathers."

"I was just getting a drink outside when I heard Ms. Flemming come in. I couldn't let them in detention, so I managed to forge as fast as possible.", she replied.

She didn't have the heart to tell her friend that it was for the high hopes that they could stand Veronica Sawyer tolerance.

Ms. Flemming: I see you're all listed…hurry up and get where you're going.

Chandler: This is an excellent forgery, Who are you?

Veronica: Uh, Veronica. Sawyer. I crave a boon.

Chandler: What boon?

Veronica: Um…let me sit at your table at lunch. Just once, no talking necessary.

JD smirked and crossed his legs. "Wow, 'Ronica. You're talking to them like how you would ask John Lennon to take you to school on his limo: flustered and desperate."

"Oh, shut up, JD.", Veronica exhaled, sinking low in her seat.

JD sat up straighter, his smirk never leaving. "That 'shut up Heather' shit doesn't work on me dear."

Veronica: If people think that you guys tolerate me then they'll leave me alone.

Heathers: *chuckle*

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

"Wow. That whole package." JD nodded approvingly. He learned forgery at an early age. Maybe he can bribe students with that in the future…

Duke: How about prescriptions?

Chandler: Shut up, Heather!

Duke: Sorry, Heather.

Oh come on!, Duke thought warily, They even have my strained relationship with Heather right!

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

McNamara: 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.

Duke: Of course you could stand to lost a few pounds.

Both Veronicas stared offended at the statement of losing some pounds.

Chandler: And you know, you know, you know this could be beautiful. Mascara, maybe some lip gloss, and we're on our way.

McNamara gasped. "Oh my God! Are we going to make Veronica beautiful and allow her into our inner circle?", she exclaimed excited.

Chandler: Get this girl some blush and, Heather, I need your brush.

Chandler: Let's make her beautiful…(Duke: Let's make her beautiful…)

(McNamara: Let's make her beautiful…) Chandler: Make her beautiful…okay?

Veronica: Okay!

McNamara clapped her hands and snuggled closer to Kurt, who smiled under her excitement.

Ram: Out of my way, geek!

Student: I don't want trouble!

Kurt: You're gonna die at 3:00 pm!

Females Students: Don't you dare touch me; get away, pervert!

Student: What did I ever do to them?

Company: Who could survive this? I can't escape this; I think I'm dying…

Ms. Flemming: Who's that with Heather?

The students in the theater stared at the screen in anticipation. The actors must start introducing a new and improved Veronica Sawyer, and regarding the way they parted like the Red Sea when the original three came, this must be good.

Company: Woah!

Company: Heather, Heather, Heather…

Student #1: And someone!

Company: Heather, Heather, Heather…

Student #2: And a babe!

Company: Heather, Heather, Heather…

Martha: Veronica?

Veronica's eyes widened. Here we go…

Company: Veronica, Veronica, Veronica!

Veronica: And you know, you know, you know, life can be beautiful! (Company: Beautiful…) You hope, you dream, you pray, and you get your way! (Company: Beautiful…)

Veronica: Ask me how if feels; looking like hell on wheels! My God, it's beautiful…(Company: Beautiful…) I might be beautiful…(Company: Beautiful…)

Veronica: And when you're beautiful, it's a beautiful frickin' day! (Company: Heather, Heather, Heather, Veronica)

This all made sense to her. It did feel beautiful, more than she could ever dream of. So why didn't she feel satisfied with it?

Veronica: *vocalizing*

Company: Veronica!

Company: Veronica!

Company: Veronica!

Company: Veronica!

Company: Veronica!

Ram sighed and shook his head. "God, that was long for an intro. There better not be another song longer than that…", he mumbled.

Then, the screen lit up again.

oooOOooo

God, why did I think I could copy-and-paste an eight minute song? Why?

Anyway, thank you so much for reading and I'm sorry as to how the second chapter was typed out. I have no idea how the hell that happened, but thank you to my one reviewer for getting that to my attention. And so I deleted it and started again. Hopefully up see it. Heh heh. T 3 T

But I want to thank youso much for reading! I have more chapters ready, so once I wrap up one for my other story, I will start c-and-p this third chapter.

Until then, have a good afternoon!

-Deximon