Chapter 13

Vannessa walked into the living room of Veronica's parents house. The larger than average tv was blasting Mrs. Flemming interview. Sickening inspirational music was playing as kids holding hands flashed accross the screen. Veronica's mom sat on her neat sofa stirring her tea with her tiny spoon mindlessly while staring at the TV.

"As we look at these outpouring emotion students-"

Veronica's mom nodded towards her dad.

"There's heather."

He looked up from his newspaper at the TV.

"And there's heather."

Veronica's mom nodded to vannessa.

"Where are you Veronica?"

Vannessa crossed her arms and frowned.

"'outpouring emotion-!?''

"Wether to kill yourself or not is the most important decision a teenager can decide.."

Vannessa scoffed and crossed the room to the TV. After a bit of fiddling she found the button and turned the TV off with a pop.

"Hey turn that back on!"

Vannessa turned towards Veronica's parents.

"Can't you see? These telivision programs are eating up suicide with a spoon!"

She threw her arms up in the air looking for another reason.

"They're making it seem like a cool thing to do!"

Veronica's mom slowly sat down her China tea cup and spoon.

"Are you telling me this is not a time for trouble youth?"

Vannessa rolled her eyes at this pathetic woman.

"We want to be treated like human beings! Not exploited like guenie pigs or patronized like bunny rabbits!"

Veronica's dad peered over at her from his newspaper.

"I don't patronize bunny rabbits."

Veronica's mom sighed and gave a disapproving glance to Mr Sawyer.

"Normally when teenagers complain about wanting to be treated like human beings, is because they are being treated like human beings!"

Vannessa leaned against the fireplace with her arms folded.

"Well I guess I picked the wrong time to be a human being."

Veronica's mom sighed and held up a plate of sausage and crackers that no one bothered to ever eat.

"Want some pate?"

As if a measly plate of finger food snacks could somehow make everything better... Like it could vanquish all the demons in the world... If that was true JD and vannessa would be dead. Along with JDs sad excuse of a father. Speaking of horrible people... One was walking right in at that very momment-

A loud bang from the entry way made vannessa look as the clacking of heather Duke's heals came through. She was holding her usual green blazer at her side, a massive red belt tight across her white collared shirt.

"Hi all, doors unlocked."

She looked at vannessa in a prissy smile.

"Veronica, have you heard? We were doing Chinese at the food fair when it comes over the radio that Martha Dumptruck tried to buy the farm. She belly flopped in front of a car, wearing a suicide note... "

Vannessa stared at her in complete disgust. This girl just talked about serious stuff as if it was a bakery sale.

"I-is she dead!?"

"No, that's the punchline! She's alive, and in stable condition... Just another case of a geek trying to imitate the popular people at school, and failing miserably."

She turned to look at Mr and Mrs Sawyer.

"Is that pate?"

She turned back to vannessa, right into a hard slap on the face.

SMACK