Chapter One
I despise this school. You walk through the doors and literally everything screams “clique”. From the cheerleaders in their short skirts, to the jocks in their group huddles of ignorance. Yep thats Westerburg High for you. That name sound familiar? Yep this is the one and only home of the Heathers, Veronica Sawyer, and of course the “incident”. Recognize this story yet? It should because this story has been told for quite a while, although almost all the versions I’ve heard haven’t been completely accurate. I mean sure they cover the main points, the note faking, and of course the heartbreaking. Yet, this isn’t the whole story, because you haven’t heard my side of it. Yes that's right I was there. As a matter of fact I was a huge part of this story. You probably don’t know me. Hi, my name is Hope. Hope Sawyer. This is my story.
(I know this is a short start but its just an intro. Let me know what you think! - Ari)