Heather's Pain

Disclaimer: Heather does not belong to me. Or Harold, Gwen, or anyone else mentioned. Not mine.

Everyone hates me. I get why: I was a terrible person. Kissing Trent, reading Gwen's diary, betraying Lindsay… I get it. But I'm trying to change, and no one's giving me a chance. Gwen tried to throw the game to get me kicked off; Leshawna even stabbed me in the back when I was starting to sympathize during the doctor challenge. Lies, damned lies! I'm trying to help out, trying to give a damn about others… they don't care. Won't give me a second chance. Maybe I don't deserve it. But still….

"Heather?" Harold asked.

"Buzz off!"

…Heather, you idiot.

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