Heathers

The sun shone bright on Heather chandlers head. Her fluffy hair wavered slightly in in slight wind of the warm day. She smiled smugly as she brought up a large red scrunchie and tied her hair up in a loose ponytail. The scrunchie symbolized the power Heather Chandler had over the school. Everyone was forced to kiss her aerobasized ass and bite the dust.

Near heather Chandler, a girl in pastel yellow carefully took her croquet shot. Her hair was even lighter than heather chandlers, she wasn't nearly as pretty has her either. But just by looking at her you could tell she wasn't the mythic bitch here.

Her blue eyes were soft, and her hair too, was pulled into a much smaller yellow scrunchie.

A speck of dirt had made its way into her yellow leggings. She brought her hand down and attempted to brush it off, but it left a stain. Just as heather chandlers scrunchie, the easily tainted yellow of McNamara symbolized her calming nature Wich was taken advantage of in the most unwanted times.

"Damn"

She said as she missed her shot and had to call quits.

"It's your turn heather."

She turned to the red heather, but was surprised by her look of utmost annoyance.

A red sleeved hand was placed on her hip, giving her full bitchyness.

"No heather it's Heather's turn."

Both Heather's turned to look at the third heather. She was the most beautiful of them all. Maybe that was why heather Chandler was so rude.....

She stood completely engrossed in her old copy of "Moby dick."

Her hair was brown with the most beautiful red tint that shone brightly in the sun.

"Heather!"

She gasped as she jerked her head to find the two girls staring her down.

She regretfully threw her book behind as it thumped into the wet dewy grass.

She took her shot.... And missed. Her green with envy ball was thrown further away than she would have liked.

Now it was heather chandlers turn... Number one.

She carefully brought her red ball up to her face with her pretty and slim white fingers. She then kissed the ball lighter before letting it roll into the grass again. Her feet were placed in perfect positioning and her aim was incredible. She took the shot with her croquet mallet and watches the ball fly through the goal. Her smug smile made the other Heather's smile weakly, if only they got a chance to be like heather Chandler...