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[VERONICA, spoken]
September 1st, 1989
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?

[KIDS, sung]
Freak! Slut! Burnout! Bug-eyes! Poser! Lard-ass!

J.D.
I've been through ten high schools.
They start to get blurry.
No point in planting your roots,
'cause you're gone in a hurry.
My dad keeps two suitcases packed in the den,
so it's only a matter of when.
I don't learn the names,

[J.D.]
I've been through ten high schools
They start to get blurry
No point planting roots
'Cause you're gone in a hurry
My dad keeps two suitcases packed in the den
So it's only a matter of when
I don't learn the names

Dad says act our age
You heard the man,
It’s time to rage

Blast the bass
Turn out the lights
Ain’t nobody home tonight

Think, long and hard.
Conjure her up in your mind.
What would she say?
What’s her final statement
to a cold, uncaring planet?

Dear World,
Believe it or not,

[MS. FLEMING]
Deep inside of everyone
There's a hot ball of shame
Guilt, regret, anxiety
Fears we dare not name
But, if we show the ugly parts
That we hide away
They turn out to be beautiful

VERONICA:
Listen up folks, war is over, brand new sheriff's come to town
We are done with acting evil, we will lay our weapons down
We're all damaged, we're all frightened, we're all freaks but that's alright
We'll endure it, we'll survive it, Martha are you free tonight?

(dialogue)

"Beautiful" is a song from Heathers performed by Barrett Wilbert Weed (Veronica) and Company.

VERONICA [Spoken]:
September 1st, 1989. Dear Diary: I believe I'm a good person.
Ya know, I think there's good in everyone, but here we are first day of senior year.
I look around at all these kids I've known all my life and I ask myself: What happened?

KIDS:

Heyyyyy, 'Ronica.
Ugh. You got a left hand? Use it.
Don't talk mean like that.

You'll hurt their feelings.
You make my balls so blue.
You hurt them badly.

Are we gonna have a problem?
You got a bone to pick?
You’ve come so far,
Why now are you pulling on my dick?
I’d normally slap your face off,
And everyone here could watch.
But I’m feeling nice.
Here’s some advice.

[VERONICA]
The demon queen of high school has decreed it:
She says Monday, 8AM, I will be deleted
They'll hunt me down in study hall
Stuff and mount me on the wall
Thirty hours to live—
How shall I spend them?

I’ve been through ten high schools
They start to get blurry
No point planting roots
Cause you’re gone in a hurry
My dad keeps two suitcases packed in the den
So it’s only a matter of when

I don’t learn the names

There was a boy I met in kindergarten
He was sweet, he said that I was smart
He was good at sports and people liked him
And at nap time once, we shared a mat
I didn’t sleep, I sat and watched him breathing
Watched him dream for nearly half an hour
Oooooooh, then he woke up

float in a boat
In a raging black ocean
Low in the water
With nowhere to go
The tiniest lifeboat
With people I know

Cold, clammy, and crowded

All is forgiven baby! Come on, get dressed. You're my date to the pep rally tonight!
You chucked me out like I was trash,
For that you should be dead—
But! But! But!
Then it hit me like a flash,
What if high school went away instead’
Those assholes are the key!
They’re keeping you away from me!

You wait just a minute, Paul!
It is ignorant, hateful talk like yours
that makes this world a place
our boys could not live in!
They were not dirty!
They were not wrong!
They were just two lonely verses
in the Lord's great song!

Fine, we’re damaged
Really damaged
But that does not make us wise
We’re not special, we’re not different
We don’t choose who lives or dies
Let’s be normal, see bad movies
Sneak a beer and watch tv
We’ll bake brownies or go bowling

Deep inside of everyone
There's a hot ball of shame
Guilt, regret, anxiety,
Fears we dare not name.
But, if we show the ugly parts
That we hide away,
They turn out to be beautiful
By the light of day.

Martha Dumptruck took a belly flop off the Old Mill Bridge last night holding a suicide note.
Oh my God. Is she dead—?
Just some broken bones.
Just another geek trying to imitate the popular people and failing miserably.

Yo girl, keep it together
I knew you would come far
Now you’re truly a Heather