We can all be beautiful (Heathers - Chansaw & Dukenamara)

~3.2~ ℂ𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤 𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℍ𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕖

Sorry this took so long to post, a lot has been popping up and i didn't have much time to work on this. 

I would have waited longer so this would be on september 1 GMT time, but hey im too lazy to wait and want to get something out as soon as I was done and it's already september 1st somewhere in the world so whatever. 

This is one of the longer chapters, about as long as chapter 1.5, 2,000+ words. 
 Enjoy!  -Ghost  

~Day 3 - Class with the hippie~

Veronica's POV:
Wednesday September 13, 2023.

Dear Diary,
First off, what asshole decided to add a 'D' in 'Wednesday'?
Anyways, that aside, I have History first period. yay. Just how I want to start my day.
My History teacher is sick so the hippie has to sub for him, and worse of all, we are meant to finally have our seating arrangement done today, so now Ms. Fleming gets to choose where we sit, and I swear she's going to organise the seats in a way that somehow benefits her.
I'm just hoping that I get to sit next to Betty or JD, or hell, even both would probably be fine! If I somehow get to, ~amazingly~, sit next to Ms Mythic Bitch, I might just cry in the bathroom all lunch.
Any-gays, this is going to be fun. (oh no I think Macs rubbing off on me)
~ ꪜꫀroꪀiᥴꪖ

"Hey," I jumped. I didn't detect anyone coming close to me so the voice caught me off guard.
"Oh sorry for scaring you Ronnie, I didn't mean to." At that point my brain had finally registered whose voice it was.
"Oh hi Martha. It's fine, didn't see you there, that's all," I say, lifting my head from the table, closing my Diary as I did. "What's up?"
"I was going to ask if I could sit here today, my seatmate isn't in. Poor Cady, her first few days of actual school and she's already sick." Martha explains
"Oh yeah sure, no one sits here anyways." I grab my bag from the seat next to me so martha can sit down, and I plop it down to my left to rest against the table leg.

Martha also sets her bag down on the floor before sitting down on the crappy school chairs
"You hear the news going around the class. Ms Fleming gets to choose out History lesson seats today, and as she's our English teacher she gets to choose those seats too. Double Fleming today." Martha says, sighing
"Omg, I knew about History but I completely forgot about having English today"
"Ronnie, quick, check if you brang English homework"

"Oh crap yeah" I quickly lean over to look inside my blue backpack. I look inside, seeing which subject things my half asleep brain managed to pack last night. I shuffled through my bag, my pencil case broke so there was stationary all over the place. I need to remember to buy another one this weekend. Maths folder, Science worksheets, History book, French workbook, and English folder!

I pulled the folder out of my bag and set it onto the table, quickly going through it to see if I grabbed the worksheet from my desk after completing it last night. "Yes! Got it!" I exclaim pulling it out and lifting it up. God that scared me for a minute. As if on cue, the bell rang, signaling the start of Homeroom, the time where our class teachers are meant to tell us about events and other things before any of our classes started. The entire time I just ended up chatting to Martha. We didn't have many events set up as we started school like a week ago, so the teacher just gave us free time.

Soon enough, the bell rang signalling the first period. I walk over to the History classroom with Martha, making my way through the crowded half of people pushing to get through the doors that lead to the other side of campus, which was always the hardest part to get through. Shoving our way through the mess of students, we magically managed to get to class before the bell rings. We make our way into the classroom to see Ms Fleming standing by the teacher desk, the digital copy of the new seating plan being projected onto the whiteboard at the front of the class.