(Welp, those who have seen the musical know what is about to happen.
Ink
Error
Lust
Cops
Teachers
Ink, lust/everyone
Ok now we can go!)

Ink felt sorry for what he did and wanted to say sorry to lust. Ink went over to lusts house and error wanted to tag along. The two arived soon after, error got an idea and explained it to ink. He wanted to give lust some kind of gross drink. Ink wanted to mix some normal drinks, but error wanted to put in something poisonish. "He won't drink something with this colour." Ink held up the glass filled with a blue liquid. "Then how about we do this?" Error pulled out a mug so lust wouldn't see the colour of the liquid. "I still think we shouldn't do this. lets just trow together some gross stuff." Ink went to get a few different kind of drinks and put them together in a mug. "C'mon lets do this." Ink headed upstairs letting error take the mug with him, bad choice. He took the mug with the blue liquid instead of the one with the different kind of drinks and walked up after ink. Error handed the mug to ink before they walked into the room. Ink was smart enough to not look inside of the mug and handed it to lust who hesitentaly took it and drank it, also without looking what it was. Lust started to choke on it after a few seconds and looked into the mug. He saw the last bit of blue liquid and looked up at ink, having a lot of trouble doing so while choking. Ink was shocked, realising that error had took the other mug. "What the fuck did I just drink?!" Lust asked, inbetween gasps for air. It didn't take much longer for him to run out of air and fall onto the floor, motionless. Ink started to freak out. "What do we do?! What do we do?! What do we do?!" Ink said. Error looked around the room for some sort of paper. He found a notepad in one of the drawers. "Ink can you copy his handwriting?" He asked, ink turned to error and nodded. "I think I can." Error handed ink the notepad. "We can make it look like a suicide." Ink looked up at him. "What do I write?" "Think. Long and hard. Conjure her up in your mind. What would she say? What is her final statement to a cold, uncaring planet?" Error said and ink started writing. First saying out loud what he wrote down. "Dear world... Believe it or not, I knew about fear; I knew the way loneliness stung.
I hid behind smiles and crazy hot clothes;
I learned to kiss boys with my tongue." "That's good." Error said and ink continued. "But oh, the world, it held me down; it weighed like a concrete prom queen crown."

Lust wasn't gone yet, at least for ink. His guilt built up and made a hell for him. The 'ghost' of lust came up and was only to be seen by ink.

No one thinks a pretty girl has feelings.
No one gets her insecurity.
I am more than shoulder pads and makeup.
No one sees the me inside of me.

"Jesus, you're making me sound like Air Supply." Lust said to ink. Ink ignored lust for the best he could. "Keep going. This has to be good enough to fool the cops." Error said to ink. They left after ink finished the note.

Later that day two cops arived at lusts house and saw lust laying on the ground. "Whoa! Is it murder?" One of the cops asked. Soon the other saw the note. "No, look. Here's a suicide note."

"They couldn't see past my rockstar mystique, They wouldn't dare look in my eyes. But just underneath was a terrified girl who clings to her pillow and cries!
My looks were just like prison bars;
they've left me a myriad of scars."

"'Myriad.' Nice." Lust was flying around the cops, reading the note with them.

The cops brought the note to the Principal of the school.

"No one thinks a pretty girl has substance. That's the curse of popularity."

The principal read the note out loud. "I am more than just a source of handjobs."

"No one sees the me inside of me."

The cops left the room and the teacher where discussing about what to do. "Heather Chandler is not your everyday suicide." The principal said. "You should cancel classes." The coach said. The principal wasn't to fond with that idea. "No way, Coach. I send the kids home before lunch and the switchboard'll light up like a Christmas tree." One of the teachers spoke up. "Our children are dying. I suggest we get everyone into the cafeteria and just talk. And feel. Together." "Thank you, Miss. Bunny. Call me when the shuttle lands." The principal said, some on the teachers laughed. "I'm telling you we all misjudged Heather Chandler. This is the loveliest suicide not I've ever read." Miss. Bunny said.

"Box up my clothing for Goodwill,
and give the poor my Nordic Track.
Donate my car to crippled kids,
or to those ghetto moms on crack.
Give them my hats and my CDs,
my pumps and my flats, my three TVs!"

"No one thinks a pretty girl has feelings;
but I weep for all I failed to be.
Maybe I can help the world by leaving;
Maybe that the me inside of me."

"Aw, hell. Long weekend for everybody!" The principal yelled, giving in. The students cheered when the news was anounced. The students where about to leave when miss. Bunny stopped them. "Not so fast, kids. They're refueling the buses, which gives us a solid half-hour of healing. I've mimeographed copies of the suicide note so you can feel Heather's anguish." "I never knew about her pain." Cross said. "Go on!" Miss bunny said. "Her life had hit a rocky patch." A random guy said. "Feel!" Miss. Bunny was glad the kids went on with it. "Deep down she wasn't cruel or vain." Another kid said. "Heal!" Miss. Bunny yelled out over the group of kids. "She didn't mean to be such a snatch!" Almost every kid said. Ink was in the back of the group, guilt was still following him. Miss. Bunny saw that ink was hiding away. "Ink, you're very quiet. What's on your mind." Ink tensed up a bit and quickly came up with an excuse. "Uh, maybe Heather realized that in order to be happy she had to give up her power. And the only way to do that was... death." Miss. Bunny seemed to buy it. "My God. Look what we've done.
We're breaking through! Lust would be so proud of you!" "And you! And you! And you! And you!" The kids went on.

No one thinks a pretty girl can touch you...

"Heather touching me..." A random girl said.

But she's made us better than we were.
Heather's dead, but she will live inside me, and I'll be the me inside of her...

"Holy crap! This is awesome!" Miss. Bunny yelled.

Heather cried, our sins fell on her shoulders!

"Jesus Christ!" Nightmare yelled, not liking what was going on.

Heather died, so we could all be free!

"I'm bigger than John Lennon!" Miss. Bunny yelled.

Heather's gone, but she will live forever!

"She's the dove that sings outside my window!" A girl yelled out over the crowd. "She's the twin from whom I'm separated!" A boy yelled. "She's the horse I never got for Christmas!" Another girl yelled.

Heather sees the me inside of me!
Heather is the me inside of me!
Inside of... me!

Error had walked over to ink. His bro's where going with the crowd. He put an arms around ink, seeing that he was still feeling guilty for what he had done, even though it was mostly errors fault. Soon the buses where ready and every student where home.

(On to the next!!! Wooo i'm hyped for the next part!
See ya, Lisa)