What's your damage?

Veronica Sawyer wasn't a bitch, yet anyways. But still, she's an honorary Heather. Probably this is due to her vast I.Q., with which she impresses others - by not using it... In fact there seems to be only one place were Veronica can be Veronica...

Veronica walked through the crowded hallway barly noticing her surrounding. The sound of feet squeaking on the laminated floor sounded like nails on a chalk board. Somehow, she didn't seem to hear anything. The halls were bustling with students, the smart and genuinely good people called 'nerds' were being chased by the obviously bored as fuck jocks.

The chatter of popular wannabes and the slurred speak of stoners was highschool. Everyonce in a while you passed a weed smoking loser, but other than that- it was ... Normal.

Veronica Sawyer's pen moved back and forth quickly across the page making barley legible loopy hand written words.

Dear Diary, Heather told me she teaches people life... She said "Real life sucks losers dry. If you wanna fuck with the eagles, you have to learn to fly." I said, "So, you teach people how to spread their wings and fly?" She said "Yes." I said, "...You're beautiful!"

The thoughts of Veronica Sawyer we're almost always obvious. From the bitchy and annoyed look on her face, to the content happy child she once was... When she was with Betty Finn. But she had to leave Betty, she told herself. This is the only way to live through highschool without visibal scars. Even so, she accepted these thoughts with a middle finger and that was the end of it.

She found a nice and simple place on the corner of the plastic stairs, far from the bustling salmon swimming uphill, just maybe, some might get stuck.

She was finishing her paragraph, surveying the page. She placed a monocle on her eye, yes, a monocle. Even though she was a popular kid, she still had horrible vision in one eye. She had been absolutely horrified when the eye doctor said she would need one. Her rich mother was absolutely delighted. Once again, she has accepted the horrifying monocle with 2 middle fingers.

In her zone, she didn't notice the 2 girls crowd around her.

Suddenly a bright yellow knee came at her shoulder. The knee of heather McNamara nudged her unexpectedly. She attempted to look up at heather, but had become very difficult due to the wave of glossy brown hair that had covered her face completely.

Her monocle fell from her eye and dangled dangerously from the cord around her neck.

She raised a hand and threw the hair behind her.

"What- is your damage heather!?"

She emphasized each wordwoth contempt and confusion.

Heather McNamara just laughed lightly and leaned against the wall.

Her head nodded softly to heather Duke.

"Don't blame me, blame Heather. She told me to haul your ass into the caf, pronto. Back me up, Heather."

Heather Duke held her hands nicely in front of her.

"Yeah she really wants to talk to you Veronica."

Veronica sighed and shook her head.

The pen was shoved away along with the hurriedly closed diary that heather Duke eyed suspiciously.

"Okay.... I'm going, I'm going Jesus Christ."

The air of the cafeteria was thick of teenage hormones.

The minute the two Heather's and Veronica marched in,their heels clacking on the slippery floor, she wished she hadn't.

But this was out of her control. All she could do was roll her eyes and sigh deeply, and the most important thing- sarcasm.

She stood out immiedietly.. her red baggy shorts that would appear as a skirt... The latest 80s trend. Or... Should I say late 80s. The plad shoulder padded blazer made heather appear to be a god.

Her fluffy permed blonde hair was pulled half up half down by her iconic red scrunchie. Her red flats made noise on the floor, Even as she adjusted her feet. She was holding something in front of her... Heather Chandler seemed to sense their presence, or maybe it was the loud shoes that were announcing the arrival of the lipgloss gestapo.

"Hello Heather."

Said Veronica regretfully while crossing her arms in a small sign of rebel protest.

The almighty mythic bitch heather changed sighed and raised an eyebrow while adjusting her hold on the clipboard.

"Veronica, finnally."