Shadow Knights {Zanvis/Heathers AU} (Completed)

Chapter 1: Beautiful

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"September 1st, 1989; Dear Diary..." I jotted down in my diary, as I walked through seemingly endless halls of Phoenix Drop High. I carelessly pushed past people, making sure to keep my head down. "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?"

I tried my best to ignore the countless insults my peers threw around. Unfortunately, a few still made it through. Then again, what's new? It's always the same.

"Freak!"

"Slut!"

"Burnout!"

"Bug-eyes!"

"Poser!"

"Lard-ass!"

I continued writing in my diary, my instincts telling me to duck when a paper airplane was chucked directly at my head. "We were so tiny, happy and shiny, playing tag and getting chased-"

"Freak!"

"Slut!"

"Loser!"

"Shortbus!"

Wow, kids in this school. So creative, aren't they? They should be given awards at this point. Again, I continued to ignore their idiocy, finishing what I was attempting to write, "Singing and clapping, laughing and napping, baking cookies, eating paste."

"Bull-dyke!"

"Stuck-up!"

"Hunchback!"

"Then we got bigger, that was the trigger. Like the Huns invading Rome!" I furiously wrote down, as I felt a sharp force behind me.

Suddenly, I was pushed forward into someone. We both groaned as I quickly picked up my diary, redirecting my gaze to the ground. I didn't even care who I ran into.

"Sorry," I apologized, basically running away from them. I reopened my diary, continuing with the paragraph I was on, trying to avoid any possible tears. "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!"

"Whitetrash!"

"College will be paradise, if I'm not dead by June," I stopped for a moment, glancing up at my surroundings. I found myself at my locker. I stayed there for a second, taking a brief moment to look out at all of my classmates. The ones who have changed so much. Slowly, I began to write, as I began walking again. "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..."

"Ow!" Someone yelped, in obvious pain.

"...Just not today."

I idly glanced up, noticing that a student from my class- Michi, I think was her name- was pushed down. I bit my lip lightly, hesitantly dashing over to help her up. I grabbed her hand, helping her to her feet.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Get away, nerd! Nya~!" Michi swatted my hand away, harshly shoving past me. Suddenly, another reign of insults came flooding in. Some, that hurt me personally.

"Freak!"

"Slut!"

"Cripple!"

"Homo!"

"Homo!"

"Homo!"

If you haven't guessed it already, it's those ones. 'Homo'. Yup... Surprise, surpise. I, Zane Sawyer, am gay myself. So, those are truly the insults that get to me. Not too fond of those. But, I put on a false smile, nonetheless, and look on the optimistic side of things.