I DON'T OWN HEATHERS
Lunchtime was the most loneliest part of the day. Whether it is like that at every high school or just Westerburg, I don't know. I took a seat as I ate my lunch that I brought from home. I'd rather starve then eat the slop they serve in the cafeteria. As I ate, I saw Kurt Kelly and Ram Sweeney: Westerberg's resident assholes making their rounds and talking about what it would like to have a Veronica Sawyer and Heather Chandler sandwich. They pissed me off when they mentioned Heather.
"Asswipes." I muttered under my breath. Sadly, they heard me and marched over.
"What did you say, freshman bitch?" Ram asked. I stood up and tried to look intimidating.
"I said Asswipes!" I shouted as Kurt covered me in cafeteria food. Everyone laughed as I was covered in slop. What was most hurtful though, was when I saw Heather Chandler laughing at me. Her eyes were filled with scorn. I tried to hide my tears, but I couldn't. I ran out of the lunchroom.
"There goes the little tadpole." Heather cried out after me. "Don't swim in an ocean when you were meant for the pond." I locked myself in the bathroom and cried my eyes out. As bad as being covered in waste was, Heather's laughter made it even worse. I couldn't take it, I didn't know why heather hated me so much. After school, I saw Heather wave goodbye to her posse and head for her car. Against, my better judgment, I walked up to Heather's car before she got in.
"What the Hell do you think you're doing?" She asked.
"Heather, please...just tell me one thing and I'll never speak to you again." I said as I sobbed uncontrollably. "Why do you hate me? What did I ever do to you?" I begged God or whoever was up there to let Heather show me a single ounce of humanity. I needed to know why Heather was being so thoughtless to me, to everyone. Back in the day, Heather had been like m big sister and I had loved her for it. Heather looked at me and gave me a look of pity. she raised my chin with her fingers as she looked into my eyes.
"I'm not your mommy that abandoned you." She said coldly. "I'm not your sister or best friend. Please, stop acting like you know me. You're just another freshman." Heather touched my cheek before getting into her car and speeding off, leaving me crying in her dust.
WILL THE MYTHIC BITCH MAKE UP FOR THE HARM SHE HAS DONE? REVIEWS NEEDED.
