Dear diary, I believe I'm a good person you know I think that there's good in everyone but here we are, first day of senior year! And uh I look around at these kids that I've known all my life and I ask myself, what happened? We were so tiny
happy and shiny playing tag and getting chased. Singing and clapping, laughing, and napping, baking cookies eating paste. Then we got bigger, that was the trigger like the Huns invading Rome. Welcome to my school this ain't no
high school this is the Thunderdome, hold your breath and count the days we're graduating soon. College will be paradise if I'm not dead by June, but I know, I know, life can be
beautiful I pray, I pray, for a better way. If we changed back then, we could change again, we can be
beautiful, just not today. Things will get better as soon as my letter comes from Harvard, Duke, or Brown, wait from this coma take my diploma then I can blow this town. Dream of ivy-covered walls and smoky
french cafes. Fight the urge to strike a match and set this dump a blaze.
Ram Sweeney, 3rd year: linebacker and 8th year: smacking lunch trays and being a huge di**
Martha Dumpstock, loves happy endings, Best friend since diapers
Kurt
Kelly, Quarterback, The smartest guy on the football team = The tallest dwarf
Heather McNamara, Head cheerleader, Her
dad is loaded (sells engagement rings)
Heather Duke, runs the yearbook, No discernible personality, (her mom did pay for implants)
Heather Chandler, The almighty, she is a mythic
bi***
(search up
Beautiful Heathers animatic for some more info about September 1st, 1989)
