Chapter One - Oh, Heather.

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𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚢,

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𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎. 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝙸 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎. 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎𝚜. 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜, 𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎.

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I glare at my sister as she honks the car horn repeatedly. "HURRY UPPPP!" She adds ten times more diction to her words. Menacing Heather Chandler. Yes. Heather Chandler is my sister. The mother-fucking legend of the school. The girl everyone loves. But unfortunately the story doesn't go the same way for me. Let's just say she ruined my reputation. I'm just waiting for an opening spot to ruin hers. Whatever comes my way, I'll take the chance. I dash out of the door before she breaks her previous vocal chords more. I hop in her car. "God. What's your deal? Took you long enough." I just keep my mouth shut, frowning. There is no point in arguing, or even making conversation. She always puts it down either way. She steps on the gas and we start to head to school.


"There's a party tonight." She gets a menacing smile on her face as she looks out the window. No way. Uh uh.


"Ok?" I mess with the bow in my hair.


"Want to come?" She turns towards me as she stops at a red light. The words struck me. I look her in the eyes. Sometimes I don't even feel like she's my sister.


"...no." I answer honestly. Why was she inviting me again?


She scoffs and grasps the wheel as the light turns green. "Well, too bad. I want everyone to meet you for once, hmm?"


"Your just going to make a fool out of me." I huff. What I said was true, I really had no doubt in my mind.


"Your going anyway bitch." She raises her voice and I roll my eyes. Thank God she didn't see that. Why even go when she talks trash about me when she's pissed off.


We pull up to the school, and she groups with her friends Heather, Heather, and Veronica. I open the car door and make sure that she is a good deal in front of me. I hated all of her friends. Cruel and had no purpose to what they did to some people. Very cruel. I look down at my shoes. My heels. At least I gained my older sister's looks and money. I guess that was a plus, right?

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