As I'm walking to lunch, I notice Ram Sweeney and Kurt Kelly shoving some freshmen into the lockers. I see they haven't matured yet. It's kind of funny because, I used to like hi-
"AAAaHH!" Yep. I just screamed. Out loud. What the hell me?
I turn around to see my best friend, Martha Dunstock.
"Hey!" Martha says.
"Hey. Are we still on for movie night?"
"Yeah! I rented the princess bride!"
"Wait, again? What don't you have that memorized by now?" I chuckle.
"Almos-" Martha's speaking gets cut off by a loud bang. Ah yes, Ram's daily routine, smacking lunch trays.
" HEEEYY Martha dump truck!" Ram exclaims.
"Get away from her," I start. "Your a high school has been waiting to happen, a future gas station attendant. Who are you to mock her."
"You've got a pimple, right there," Ram taps the bridge of my nose. "AhHahH!" Then he walks away laughing with Kurt. Man I hate them.
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Heathers but.. not
Teen FictionHi! This is a heathers AU where everything went differently. Uhhh let's go! (12+ I would say) this is only my second, sort of first fanfic! Open to constructive criticism! Enjoy :)
