Chapter 1

Vanessa Morgan was completely bewildered when she found herself standing in the hallway of an overcrowded hall. Her hand frozen on the messy curve of an 'e'. The sentence was also cunfusing. "Dear diary, Heather says she teaches people real life." Vanessa's body was being pushed and shoved from people around as they hurried to the caf. Stoners where slowly waddling around, and the geeks were hidden behind textbooks as to avoid the inevitable trouble brought on by bored and untasteful jocks. Vanessa's eyes blinked quickly as though trying g to find out why and how she was here.this had to be a dream.. right? Anyhow, she wasn't about to pinch herself and wake up. She was going to get as far as she could without waking up. This whole scene was so familiar. She was seeing it from a different perspective. The diary in her hand shook as she took wobbly steps to the stairs and sat down. This was where she was supposed to be.... She knew it. She looked back down at the unfamiliar hand writing. She was about to finish it, but was interupted by a yellow long thing coming at her-

"Agh!" Heather McNamara's knee collided with seated body. But.. it all seemed so real! Maybe.. it was? No. She shook away that thought. She would go along with the script untill things got serious. She felt the monocle she had no idea she was wearing fall around her neck- dangling on the small rope that kept from accidental losts.

Her thoughts were buzzing. If she was supposed to go along with it... She would.

"What's your damage heather?" She said while trying to look up at heather, Wich was extremely difficult due to the curtain of glossy hair that had fallen into her face. She pushed back to glossy wave and looked at heather McNamaras smirky face.

"Don't blame me blame heather" her head nodded to the bulimic heather Duke. Was this a dream? It all seemed so real...

"Back me up heather"

Heather Duke have a quick glance at heather m before turning her fake apologetic gaze to Vanessa.

"Yeah she really wants to talk to you Veronica". Vannessa grimaced, she would have to get used to the name.

Vannessa was carful to keep in character "All right." And without further Ado, walked Into the Jammed cafeteria of powerless losers. except.. maybe for the one bored looking person her eyes went to immediately in the way corner.. by the sleeping dude.. vannessa's stomaches lurched.

"My fucking God, it's Jason fucking Dean"