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"Dinner's ready"
A familiar voice of heather Chandler said before she-
Veronica eyes snapped open. She was awakened from her... Nightmare by her mother calling her from the kitchen telling her that dinner's was ready. The nightmare was that she killed, no. Jd killed his own cousin. Heather duke. At first she thought it was just a nightmare. Just a really really bad nightmare. When she gets to the kitchen. Her mother and father were eating dinner as usual. The dinner was spaghetti with lots and lots of oregano. Her favorite. She sat down. She picked up the fork and start picking at the spaghetti and put it inside her mouth. Tasting the food. Her parents were quiet... Weird
After she was done she goes back to her bedroom. And slept for the night. Until the telephone rings. She picked it up. It was kai, heather Duke's twin brother. He usually picks on heather alot and he cared about her truly (unlike their deadbeat dad and uncle) he spoke in a shaky tone
"Hey Veronica..."
Kai said as Veronica furrowed her eyebrows in confusion
"Kai, what's wrong?"
"My sister's dead! She- she is impaled with a book somehow! And her wrists are bleeding, and there was a note. It said " life's sucks" in her handwriting! This isn't some dumb prank right Veronica? You didn't pull a prank on me right?"
Veronica froze... Oh oh well shit, shit shit! It wasn't a fucking nightmare... It was... Real?! Holy shit what will she will fucking said to him?! The ravenette was panicking and she hang up. She was stunned. The ravenette buried her face into her hands. She had been apart of a murder- no. Murders. Not one, not two, not three. Four. Four fucking murders she had been apart of. And all of them was her friends- sort of but that doesn't matter right now.
Next morning. Veronica found herself at heather Duke's funeral. She didn't know how jd doesn't give a shit about his cousin. Not at all. He didn't care about her at all. It was confusing. The pastor said something about the book duke likes- no. Loves and other boring things that Veronica didn't bother listen to. Heather McNamara was already depressed from one of their friends passing away, and another one just fucking died? Poor little heather...
Meanwhile in the ghost povs...
Heather duke opened her eyes. Surprised to see herself in a church... She stands up and looked down... She saw her lifeless body in the casket. She jumps out of surprise as a laugh came from nowhere... It sounded like-
"Ah. Heather"
It was heather Chandler
The aburnette made a noise of... Annoyance mixed with longing? Though she hated the Blonde's guts so so much but... At the same time... She loved her, the girl herself couldn't explain it but she had a love hate relationship with the blonde queen bee. The blonde wraps her arms around the aburnette snatched waist
"I missed you...~"
While speaking. Blue Liquid drips from the blonde's mouth. The smaller girl blushes as the taller girl said that
"Shut up, no you don't"
"No YOU shut up, Heather"
"God you haven't changed have you?"
"You still love me otherwise~"
"Whatever..."
"Ahem!"
A male voice was heard behind them... It was the two dumb jocks, ram and Kurt. Ugh. Those two.
"We're here too yknow?? Stop being lovely dovey"
Ram said in a teasing tone and with a dumb grin on his face as his "friend" nodded in agreement
"You two are the one to talk, I was you two third wheel in the afterlife!"
Chandler said, a bit defensive. Okay maybe not.
"That's different!"
"Sure ram. Sure"
Kurt cleared his throat before turning to Duke.
"How did you manage to impaled with a book?-"
"Shut up."