I saw that some anon wrote this fanfic a few days ago, has there been an update yet?
>A distraught highschool aged orphan named Nyanners becomes increasingly desperate as she watches all her friends that used to hang out with her constantly get boyfriends, and go on dates, and move on with their idealistic highschool romance. Mousey is dating a nice slightly above average boy who she affectionately refers to as Bubi, that cheer squad whore Vei is dating a rich fuckboy, and Nyanners is being left out of it all. Her only claim to highschool clout is having her own car, and since it's a dinky little Prius that won't up her status by much.
>Her clique is hanging out more with their dates than her, the cool girl club they wanted to form is disappearing right before her eyes and the bullies are beginning to notice. "They'll probably break up soon," she tells herself, "Vei is a bitch anyway and no guy would like being called Bubi Infront of homeroom." Her cope is palpable, and as the days turn to weeks it begins to fester and decay. Days turn to weeks turn to months since the last girls only night, since the last time they had a conversation that lasted more than 10 minutes. Nyanners is secluded and alone, her hygiene is in disarray and her emotions are running wild, she's a hot mess express on route to Loserville but just as she hits her lowest point, sitting in the back of a janitor closet where she's taken to hiding appears a spry young lad.
>He's more handsome than most, he's clearly off his rocker, and he's ripe for the taking, a diamond at the bottom of the barrel. They hit it off like Ken Griffey Jr. and before long they're the talk of the school. Two highschoolers so madly in love that Nyanners is getting princess carried through the halls without a care in the world. Vei, being the bitch that she is gets jelly and starts prying. No one is princess carrying her, and she's the Heather Chandler of Viewmore High. Something is VERY wrong with this scenario, and something is very right about her suspicions. Every weekend Nyanners and her boytoy Aethel sneak off, this is well known, and their activities are well assumed based on how Nyanners has been acting recently.
>She packs her own lunch, the previously straight B student has been sleeping in class, and the dumb cat has been wearing sweaters since April and we're nearly halfway through June. "We all know what's going on," "She's not gonna hide it forever," "sooner or later she'll crack." Whispers from the cafeteria bitches permeate the air, every group from the cheer squad to the chess club is talking about Nyanners. Everyone isn't talking about Vei, and that's the issue. Head Honcho of the Big Bitch Brigade Veibae Chandler seeks dirt and finds it, but not ground is stained, literally. Unknown to their parents or friends, the Viewmore High power couple seems to be jumping quite a few notches ahead. In a small woodland clearing lies a beautiful structure. It's made of large branches, zipties, and cheap plastic roses. Infront is a small flattened ground, adored along the perimeter by neatly arranged stones and empty glass bottles filled with battery operated fairy lights.
>It's a wedding altar, in a secluded part of the woods, built by hand in preparation for the shotgun wedding that would inevitably catapult Nyanners and Aethel out of this town and onto the open road along with their unborn child. Vei quickly hides in the brush as she hears the strained voice of her once partner in middle school dictatorship. The 3rd in command, the softy of what used to be the baddest group of bitches in Viewmode Middle. She was never known to be a strong presence, but when you see her, clearly in the early stages of pregnancy and wearing heavy embroidered shawl, something about Nyanners radiated danger. Her voice was hoarse and gritty, the average bitch would've assumed the worst but Vei is no average bitch and she knew better, you don't get that kind of vocal fry from sucking cock, something else was going on. The nighttime clearing lit by fairy bulbs and the waning moon were already enough to spook any highschooler, but the unintelligible strained singing by the most passing girl she knows chilled Vei to her very bones.
