April 3
Dear Diary,
Who the fuck does Veronica think she is?
She was so nice before the Heathers got their claws in her. We were friends! I found some old pictures of us from grade school, and do you know how they made me feel? It's positively gag-worthy.
Sad!

I brought them all the way to school, like the friendless loser I am. I miss the old Veronica almost as much as I hate the new one. I thought maybe she still had a heart (deeeep down), so I showed her the pictures. And guess what?
She threw them on the ground!
Just like she threw me away for popularity points. Well, you won't be getting any more sympathy from me, Veronica Sawyer! You're dead to me!
And the new school hottie JD has his eyes on her too. Of course, Little Miss Perfect gets to have everything, and all I have is algebra homework. What does she have to offer anyway? The only genuine thing about Veronica is her patent leather handbag! If I was as powerful as she is at this school, I'd actually do something. Watching her strut around her domain with that plastic smile makes me sick!
P.S. I overheard Heather Duke and Veronica saying that apparently he's that real estate guy's son, what's his name? Big Bud Dean.

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April 7
Dear Diary,
You'll NEVER believe what happened today! JD talked to me. Me! No one's even looked at me since Veronica dropped me like hot garbage, and now the hottest guy in school just walked right up and said, "Not a big Heather fan are you?"

My heart was beating like crazy! But I couldn't let him see. I just said, "not particularly" and shrugged. He seemed impressed :)
We chatted about school, how everyone here are basically puppets following the script that the Heathers write for them. I feel like I'm floating!
I thought I was the only one who saw what the Heathers really are. JD is different. Like, he GETS me. That's the first time I've ever said that stuff out loud to anyone. Going against the Heathers is suicide, but something about JD makes me feel..... fearless.
I asked him about Veronica too. He said she's not his type of girl. That she followed the script too much to make an impression. He said that there has to be more to life than watching the dregs of American teen society bore themselves to death.

And then he winked at me!
April 9
Dear Diary,
Oh God I'm going to Hell. Or prison. Or both! Last night was supposed to be the first night of my new life and now it's all over! Not as over as Heather Chandler's though.
JD said he wanted to take me to a party at Ram's and show me something, so we snuck out. It was the scariest thing I've ever done, but it felt amazing. He even held my hand. I swear I'm a different person when I'm with him. More than just the smart girl that nobody looks twice at.

We were sitting in his car, and we saw Heather Chandler stumble into the woods with Kurt. A bottle of wine fell out of Heather's purse by our car, and JD whipped out this little vial full of some crushed up powder thing. He asked if I was ready to make them pay. I know I shouldn't have, but getting back at them for all the fucked-up things they've done just felt right. I poured the powder into the bottle myself. I was sure that we were going to get caught. I hope JD didn't see my hands shaking.
After, he said I was full of surprises. And then he kissed me!!!
Kurt and Heather came back and found the bottle, and when they drank out of it they went all jerky and collapsed. We drove away before anyone found them, but JD promised they'd wake up eventually.
They didn't.

It's all over the news. They're calling it a double suicide. Apparently they found a note. I don't know how, but JD must have planted it. He knew that they would die. He's lost it! I don't know what to do. I can't go to the police!
They'll check for fingerprints. They'll know it was me. Oh my GOD what if they autopsy them and find out it was poison? It's all anyone would be talking about!!! I can't even fib about doing my chores to mom and dad, how am I going to get away with killing people?
But that's not the worst part. While I was watching them choke on that wine, I didn't feel bad at all. I should've felt sick. Or scared. But I felt... powerful. Like for once, I had a say in what happened instead of them.
So yeah, last night I had my first kiss and became an accessory to murder.
April 15
Dear Diary,
My kill count is growing. When I confronted JD about Heather and Kurt, he waxed poetic about how they had nothing good to give to the world, how we did everyone a favour by getting rid of them. He said that we are the liberators of our generation.

Maybe he has a point. What have any of those popular douchebags ever done but cause misery? With them out of the way, everyone else can finally live their lives the way they want to.
Well, we've done a lot more liberating.
Heather Duke "shot herself" on Wednesday. Ram "choked to death on his car exhaust" two days later. I wish I could say I was remorseful, but honestly? This is the most alive I've felt in years.
Sure, JD's a nutjob, but he makes me feel unstoppable. And he's a really good kisser. I think he's going to ask me to prom.
April 17
Dear Diary,
Veronica's onto us.
She saw JD and me together at school, and now all of a sudden she's inviting me over to her house to play croquet.
She's just jealous that JD likes me instead of her. Take that, bitch.

Ugh, I sound like a Heather! I never wanted to be like them when this started. I just wanted to be seen. I wanted my friend back.
Maybe Veronica actually is trying to be nice. I don't know. Maybe she isn't as bad as I thought?
I killed her. I bashed her head in with that stupid croquet mallet. Veronica Sawyer, you're really dead to me now.

April 20
Dear Diary,
Veronica had it coming. She was a fake. A liar. A teenage Mussolini. The police aren't buying that it was a suicide this time though. Her death wasn't.... quick.
I tried to talk to JD about it, but he's acting-- weird.

He's getting sloppy. He stopped showing up to class and keeps going off about how the only way to cure humanity of its virus is to "purge it of its sickness." Wake up, already!
Luckily no one knows what the fuck he's talking about. They think he's grieving. HA!
Still, he's going to mess everything up before the grand finale! Oh my gosh, I haven't even told you. Let's just say, the next pep rally is going to be BOOMING. Then we can get away from this stupid town and all the insects that live here. But we have to keep a lid on it until then.

I won't let him ruin this for me! It may be time for JD to take a backseat. Even if he said he loves me. (I know it's fast, but trauma bonds people, right? It can't only be the hormones).
Everyone in town already knows he's not the safest driver...
April 23
Dear Diary,
Turns out it's surprisingly easy to cut the brakes on a car. I'll miss JD, but he was becoming a liability. The pep rally is this afternoon, and everything has to go perfectly. I already left a written confession with the body, so when they find JD they'll think it was him who set the explosives. And him that killed Veronica. I mean, it technically was all his idea.
Once all those sludge-brained degenerates are gone, I'll finally be able to do what I want. No more following. Now I get to write the script.

You called me a loser. A geek. You laughed at me. Well, you won't be laughing anymore. This whole school is rotted. Once the social prison system is destroyed, we can start over. I won't be a nobody anymore. I'll be Betty.
The timer's started now. 15 more minutes. Soon, we'll all be free.
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