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݁ ꒰ Introduction ⸝⸝
“Heather McNamara, head cheerleader, her dad is loaded, he sells engagement rings!”
That’s what used to be me. I’m a part of the Heathers. I’m supposed to be, well, perfect. No, I don’t have it all together. Everyday, my heart is beating louder and louder on the bus as I get more anxious each day. I can barely manage the cheerleading team.
How can I look at myself again? I feel like everything’s my fault. Was there something I could’ve done to prevent everything?
My best friend seemed to have it all together but now she's gone too.
Life before Heather Chandler died was so clear. Westerberg had a social hierarchy, where Heather Chandler was practically royalty. I hate to admit it, but she made everything ... normal.
Now that she’s gone, Heather Duke practically swapped her out like a lightbulb. Heather lost herself. I feel like I’m losing myself too.
I feel hopeless. What can I do? Oh, how I wish I was able to reverse time somehow. If none of this happened, everything would be fine. I wouldn’t lie awake at night.
On top of that, the last guy I slept with killed himself because he was gay for his linebacker.
I don’t think Westerberg is a nice place. 3 suicides in the past month…? If I can find a way to open these stupid childproof caps, it’ll be 4.
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