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𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 ㅡ 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝.

𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢!

ㅡ𝚍𝚡𝚡𝚍𝚢𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎
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y/n stands at the bottom of the staircase that leads into her school - westerberg high. holding onto her journal tightly in her hand, she inhales deeply before letting it out slowing as she runs her free hand through her (your hair color). carefully walking up the stairs, she pulls out a pen from her jean pocket and opens her journal.

september 1, 1989

dear diary, i believe i'm a good person. you know, i think there's good in everyone. but here we are. first day of senior year! and, uh, i'm looking around at these kids i've known all my life and i ask myself, "what happened?"

as she enters the school, she could instantly feel the change in atmosphere as she brings the open journal closer to her chest as if she's trying to hide what she's written from wandering eyes. she walks down the middle of hallway as she continues to write in her journal.

we were so tiny, happy, and shiny. playing tag and getting chased. singing and clapping. laughing and napping. baking cookies, eating paste. then we got bigger, that was the trigger. like the Huns invading Rome.

y/n then bumps into someone which causes both of their shoulders to collide.

"hey!" the guys yelled out.

"ugh! oh ㅡ sorry." she says as her face flushes with embarrassment. she looks down at her journal once again and continues to write.

welcome to my school. this ain't no high school. this is the Thunder Dome. hold you breath and count the days, we're graduating soon. college will be paradise, if i'm not dead by June. but i know, I know, life can be beautiful. i pray and pray for a better way. if we changed back then, we could change again. we can be beautiful.

once again, y/n bumps into someone as she walked the halls.

"aww!" the boy cries out in pain as she holds his shoulder dramatically.

just not today.

"hey, are you okay?" she asks the boy as she extends her hand towards the boy to try and show her concern for him.

"get away, nerd!" the boy yells as he looks at her with a disgusted look before walking - well more stomping away from her.

"oh ㅡ okay," y/n says with a confused expression on her face as she continues to write.

things will get better, as soon as my letter comes from Harvard, Duke, or Brown. away from this come, take my diploma, then i can blow this town. dream of ivy-covered walls, and smoky French cafès. fight the urge to strike a math and set this dump ablaze.

"ooops!" peter barnes says as he slams her journal to the ground.

peter barnes. third year as linebacker, and eight year of smacking trays, and being a huge dick.

y/n didn't notice that she said the last part out loud until barnes turns around with an angry scowl on his face and hurriedly makes his way towards her, cornering her.

"what did you say to me, shank?" he says as he looks down at her with hatred plastered on his face.

"aah! nothing." y/n says quickly as she brings her hands up in fear.

barnes sends her a disgusted look before raising his pointer finger and middle finger up to his eye level, then pointing towards y/n as he walks away.

y/n raises her hand in the air as she lets him know that she got the message. y/n started making her way to her journal that rests on the floor. she starts to mumble some words, as a setting frowns rests on her face. y/n goes to get her journal but stops when she gets scared by someone tapping her shoulder, thinking it was barnes once again.

"aah!" y/n screams out as she puts her hands up to her face in the act of reflexes but relaxes when she opens her eyes back up to only see her best friend.

"hey shuri!" y/n says as she smiles widely at her best friend since dippers.

"hey," she says softly as she picks up y/n's journal off the floor.

"we on for movie night?" shuri asks as she hands y/n the journal with a hopeful smile.

"yeah! you're on Jiffy Pop detail." y/n reminds her as she sends her a quick warm smile as she looks through her journal to make sure nothing was missing.

"i rented the Princess Bride." shuri said as she looks off into the distance with a dream-like look on her face

a giggle leaves from y/n's lips as she looks at her best friend. "oooh, again? wait, don't you have it memorized by now?" she asks as an amused smile takes over her face.

"what can i say? i'm a sucker for a happy ending." shuri says as she shrugs her shoulder and sends a small smile to y/n.

"WIDE LOAD!" thor steveson yells out as he slaps down shuri's lunch tray to the floor before getting into her face and laughing.

thor steveson, quarterback. he is the smartest guy on the football team, which is kind of like being the tallest dwarf.

a laugh erupts from him as he turns around and high fives his best friend, peter barnes. "Alright!"

anger boils inside of y/n's veins as she looks at the two biggest idiots in her school upset shuri again. "hey! pick that up ㅡ right now." she says as she points towards the fallen lunch tray.

"i'm sorry, are you actually talking to me?" thor says as he makes his way towards y/n with narrowed eyes.

"yes i am. i want to 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." y/n says as she frowns deeply as her anger flows in waves as everyone can feel it.

thor inches closer to her as he looks with her an angered look. his hand moves up, and y/n does her best to flinch, so she puts her best poker face on.

thor points to something on her face as a smirk forms on his face. "you have a zit right there." he says which causes everyone to laugh around him.

y/n rolls her eyes as she takes hold of shuri's hand and they both walk to an empty table in the corner of the cafeteria.

they both sit in silence as y/n tries to recollect herself. she breathes in deeply as people start to whisper quietly to one another, and she knew exactly why.

the heathers.

wanda maximoff, head cheerleader. her dad is loaded, he sells engagement rings.

gamora daughter of thanos, runs the yearbook. no discernable personality, but her mom did pay for implants.

and natasha romanoff, the almighty. she is a mythic bitch.

they're solid Teflon, never bothered, never harassed. i would give anything to be like that.

the bell rings, causing everyone to scramble on their feet to get to their classes on time. the heathers turn around and make their way to the bathroom, their usual place to skip. y/n stayed behind sitting on the lunch table by herself as she collects her thoughts.

then she came up with an idea, that could probably ruin her life.

y/n got up from her spot on the table and started making her way to the bathroom where the heathers hang out all the time. as she rounded the corner, she saw mrs. hill making her way inside the bathroom from the sound of vomiting.

y/n was quick to forge a hall pass from the yearbook committee with all their names on it. y/n then makes her way inside the bathroom quietly trying not to make a scene.

you could hear gamora throwing up over the toilet, causing natasha and wanda to scrunch their noses in slight disgust.

"grow up, gamora. bulimia is so '87." natasha says as she looks at the hunched figure of gamora flushing the toilet with a shaking hand.

"maybe you should see a doctor, gamora." wanda says as he looks at her friend with concern.

"yeah, wanda. maybe i should." gamora says sarcastically as she rolls her eyes at wanda.

"ah, the heathers." mrs. hill says as she enters the bathroom while crossing her arms as she looks at the girls in front of her.

the sound of gamora puking again echoes the bathroom, causing mrs. hill to make a disgusted look on her face. "perhaps you didn't hear the bell over all the vomiting. you're late for class." mrs. hill says as she points up to the bell that hangs on the wall of the bathroom.

"gamora wasn't feeling well, we're helping her." natasha says as she turns around and faces mrs. hill with a well-played pout on her face.

"not without a hall pass you're not. week's detention." mrs. hill says with an amused tone in her voice.

"um, actually, mrs. hill, all four of us are out on a hall pass. yearbook committee." y/n says as she walks into the bathroom, handing the forged hall pass to her.

mrs. hill takes hold of the forged hall pass and examines it. a frown is replacing the amused smile on her face as she looks at the hall pass as if her life was about to end. "i see you're all listed. Hurry up and get where you're going." hill says as she hands back the hall pass to y/n before making her way out the bathroom with the frown still on her face.

natasha then takes the forged hall pass out of y/n's hand and looks over it herself with an arched eyebrow. "this is excellent forgery. who are you?" she says as she looks at up at y/n with a narrowed look.

"uh, y/n l/n. i crave a boon." she says as she looks to the ground scared to make eye contact with one of the heathers, especially natasha.

"what boon?" natasha asks as she crosses her arms across her chest.

"um, let me sit at your table, at lunch, just once. no talking necessary. if people think that you guys tolerate me, then they'll leave me alone." y/n says as she messes with a lose thread on her sweater.

laughter erupts from the heathers ad they look at y/n.

y/n felt like she had to convince them. "before you answer, i also do report cards, permission slips, and absence notes." y/n rushes out as she looks at them with slightly wide eyes.

"how about prescriptions?" gamora asks as she walks out of the bathroom stall and looks at y/n with wide, curious eyes.

before y/n could answer, natasha cuts in. "shut up gamora! for a greasy little nobody, you do have good bone structure." natasha said as she looks over y/n's frame.

"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." wanda creepily adds on as she holds on to y/n's face for a second before letting go.

"of course, you can stand to lose a few pounds." gamora says as she looks at y/n's body shape with judgment evident on her face.

"and you know, this could be beautiful. mascara, maybe some lip gloss and we're on our way. get this girl some blush and, wanda I need your brush. let's make her beautiful." natasha says as she takes hold of y/n's shoulder and moves her to the center of the mirrors, and they all start to do wonders to her.

"okay?" the heathers say at the same time.

"okay!" y/n says, agreeing quickly.

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the four of them started to walk down the halls and into the cafeteria. a small smile rests on y/n's features as relishes in her new transformation, feeling more confident knowing she's walking down the hallway with the heathers.

"who's that with the heathers?" someone calls out from the crowds of students in the cafeteria.

Everyone's heads turn towards the entrance of the cafeteria as they all looked at the new edition of the heathers, all wondering who is she?

"y/n?" shuri says as she looks at her best friend with frowned eyebrows wondering, when did she every become a heather?

a wide smile forms on y/n's face as she looks around everyone to see them all looking at her with admiration that she couldn't believe was happening. no one was bothering her.

and you know, life could be beautiful. you hope, you dream, you pray, and you get your way! ask me how it feels, lookin' like hell on wheels. my god, it's beautiful, i might be beautiful, and when you're beautiful, it's a beautiful fricken day!