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Dear Evan Hansen,
Today is going to be a good day. Though Jared may be one of my only friends, and even with a lot of things going on, like the Heathers, Rich, etc., it will be a good day. There are some exciting things going on that will happen, like the school musical coming up. My arm will be healed soon. Today will be great.
Evan printed the short letter and put it in his backpack. His backpack looked off, but he had no idea why. Now that he thought about it, Jeremy’s backpack was tagged, with “Boyf” written on the paper taped on Jeremy’s backpack. It was probably Rich, since one time he tagged “Noh Omo'' on Jeremy and Micheal’s backpacks one time. Evan grabbed his backpack and walked to the halls. He overheard a wavy-haired girl talking.
“OMG!!! The school is going to play Hamilton! I need to audition for Eliza ASAP!” The wavy-haired girl looked at the flier for something, most likely the school musical, which is apparently Hamilton. The girl looked at him. “Oops! Did I say that out loud? I'm sorry!”
Oh god. A girl just talked to me. How does he respond to that? “It’s fine. So, what is Hamilton about?”
She then rambled about Hamiton. She was weird, but Evan has no say in this, since he is a loser. She tried to look at him, “My name is Christine Canigula, yours?”
“Evan Hansen.” He then walked to the cafeteria.
On his way there, he noticed a guy with a red hair streak talking to a guy whose backpack had "boyf" tagged on it about some drugs. A closer looked indicated that Rich was talking to Jeremy.
“Rich.” Evan stared at him because what the actual fuck. “Are y-you trying trying to get Jeremy into drugs?”
“It’s better than drugs, Evan” Okay. Now that sounded creepy. “It's from Japan.”
“Uhh, it’s still a drug if it’s from japan.” Evan was confused
“It's a gray oblong pill.” Rich ignored Evan. “Quantum nanotechnology CPU. It travels in your blood until implants in your brain and it tells you what to do.”
“So, where can I get it?” Evan was interested.
"It's, like, at Payless, and it's called a SQUIP."
"Ok." Jeremy and Evan said in unison.
”No matter how many times I watch The Princess Bride, the movie is still exciting!” Martha said to Veronica.
“You know there are other movies that are similar to the Princess Bride, right?” Veronica grabbed an attempt of a chicken nugget from her tray. She wondered how someone could be so fixated on a piece of media.
“I guess I’m a sucker for a happy ending.” Martha replied. Martha then kept rambling about The Princess Bride to her. Veronica noticed a poster in the cafeteria wall she was looking at. Hamilton seems interesting. I could audition for that next week. Veronica continued listening to the info dump about the Princess Bride.
Veronica then walked to the bathroom, coming across the Heathers, the green one throwing up in the toilet.
“Grow up Heather! Bulimia is so ‘87.” Heather said to Heather.
Ms. Fleming overheard the conversation “Detention! All of you!” Though the Heathers deserved it for being you know, the Heathers, she felt like she wanted to save their asses. Veronica then wrote a doctor's note while Ms. Fleming wasn’t looking, then handed it to Heather McNamara, the blonde Heather.
The yellow Heather handed the note over to Ms. Fleming. “Heather’s dad wrote this note. Can you please excuse her?”
“Fine. Heather Duke, you are excused from detention. As for the rest of you, you have detention after school. The same goes to you two, Jenna and Conner.” Ms. Fleming walked away.
“What? I wasn't even involved in this!” The purple haired girl, Jenna, exclaimed.
“You have GOT to be kidding me!” Conner replied.
“Th-Thank you so much for helping us!” Heather McNamara twitched. That was weird. Veronica has never seen the yellow Heather twitch before.
“Heather,” Veronica was worried. “Are you ok?”
“Of course I would be.” Heather shrugged off the question. “I’m a Heather after all!”
The green heather stared at Veronica. “We could give you a ma-”
“SHUT UP HEATHER!” Heather shouted at Heather. Anyways, you can join us, Veronica.”
“New record!” the yellow heather looked somewhere, and then at the new outfit Heather stitched in like 5 seconds. “L-let's go!” Heather twitched. She then looked at Heather's scrunchie. “Sorry. I think I said that out loud.”
Veronica grabbed the outfit that Heather made. She walked to the bathroom and changed her outfit. She was beginning to wonder if McNamara was on drugs. Veronica doesn't know what’s going on, but something is up with the yellow heather. “Are you sure you are ok?” She asked Heather.
“I’m fine,” The yellow Heather stuttered. The way Heather said it made Veronica even more worried.
Veronica replied, “You don't have to tell me if you want to. But you can at least tell Ms. Fleming about it.”
“Are you serious?” Heather was confused. “Ms. Fleming put us in detention!”
“Fair point,” Veronica couldn't help but agree. Veronica walked out of the bathroom to get back to Martha.