Dear Diary,
My life is slithering downward slowly into a black abyss. My teen angst is getting totally out of hand. The Heathers has recruited me to be one of them and that can only mean one thing, and no it has nothing to do with the lunchtime pool. It means ladies and gents that I have the power now to single handedly ruin someone's life in school. Evil, Turmoil, and Anger take a human form in Heather Chandler and her army of Heathers. Who ever she doesn't like which is damn near everyone. She's terrorized, and yet people long to be her so bad. To have her power and her respect. I do admit I was in no position to pass up friends and Heather Chandler was defiantly a plus. But, I want out. There has to be a way to get ride of her. I mean don't get me wrong, sometimes she can be very. But at others she can be a mega bitch. Tonight was a disgrace she took me to this party and a guy was a total dick the entire night. I could've been date raped and all Heather was interested in was staying. So tomorrow I take her out maybe some milk and orange juice will do the trick not enough to kill her but it will be an awful taste in her mouth. Well mom made spaghetti tonight with lots of oregano so...Later
Veronica Sawyer