Midnight_Raven123

Death of popular​ kids, a sexy trenchcoat wearing boy, a strong female lead shooting middle fingers off, that all happens in the cult classic film "Heathers" this book is simply the film planted into words, the story of  the dark haired sociopath and the genuinely good person, the OG regina george, Heather Chandler. When you go to westerburg high school, and are part of the most powerful clique in school, made up of three girls all named heather, you really need a fucking ciggerate after sex with your badass psycho.
(I don't own the characters or rights to this movies- everything at all in this novel belongs completely to the writers and creators.)

Heathers

Veronica stood idly by, completely Frozen in shock


Heather's eyes were bloodshot, her eyebrows knit together as she gasped for air.


Her tongue was stained a dark greenish blue, her raspy voice filled the room.


She held her throaht with her hands as her head bobbed back and forth, gagging.


She walked frowards.. not even sure where she was stepping... She closed her eyes tightly.. opening them once again to show the sense of panic Veronica wouldn't have expected. Heather did not want to die. Her eyes were wide and they made they're way to look into Veronica's shocked brown ones.heather turned away and squeezed her eyes shut as she scratched at her throat as if it were itching.


Her voice stopped... Gathering that last gasp of air as her scratchy voice growled like a demon.


And after gasping the name of her favorite snack,(reasons Veronica had no clue of)


Heather Chandler nodded off.. her eyes closing, losing control of her body. She collapsed and smashed through her expensive glass coffee. Table. 


Heather Chandler was dead. The almighty bitch had crashed. But it wasn't Veronica's fault... Was it-?


Suicide is the only solution to the myriad of problems life has given me