Heather the Story. 1

Начало. V.S- September 1st, 1989, dear diary: I believe I’m a good person, you know, I think that there’s good in everyone, but um… Here we are! First day of senior year!^^ Ehm… I look around these kids that I’ve known all my life, and I asking myself: what happened? (Song) Freak! Slut! Burnout! Bug-eyes! Poser! Lard-ass! We were so tiny, happy and shiny… playing tag and getting chased… Freak! Slut! Loser! Short-ass! Singing and clapping, laughing and napping, baking cookies, eating paste… Bull-dyke! Stuck-up! Hunchback! Then we got bigger, that was a trigger. Like the Huns invading Rome! …Sorry! Welcome to my school, this ain’t no high school, This is the thunderdome.. Hold your breath and count your days, we’re graduating soon… White trash! College will be paradise, if I’m not dead by June! But I know, I know, life could be beautiful… I pray, I pray, for better way… If we change back then, we could change again… We can be beautiful… Just not today. Hey are you okay? Get away nerd! Freak! Slut! Cripple! Homo! Homo! Homo! Things will get better soon as my letter. Comes from Harvard, duke, or brown. Wake from this coma, take my diploma, then I can blow this town. Dream of ivy-covered walls and smoky French cafés… Watch it! Fight the urge to strike a match and set this dumb ablaze Oooooops… V.S-third year as linebacker, eight year of smacking lunch trays and being a huge dick! What did you say to me, skank? V.S-Aah, nothing! But I know, I know… Life can be beautiful… I pray, I pray,