Get out of My Mind

Chapter : 1

Chapter : 1 : Forth Heather (alternate first meet)

-Third Person-

Retching can be heard as you enter the girls' bathroom where the popular trio are in. Trio? I mean The Heathers. Let me introduce them to y'all.

Heather Mcnamara, the least terrifying and probably the kindest of them three. She can be a bitch but only when she wants to. She is ofcourse.. The color of sunshine. Yellow.

Heather Duke, a cold ass bitch. To be honest, I don't know what else to describe her. But this bitchiness is just an act to cover her soft side. Color of toxicity. Green. Though, her bitchy attitude is nowhere compared to the next heather.

Heather Chandler, the "almighty" without further hesitation, she can ruin your entire highschool life, leaving you to slowly rot in embarrassment. Noone dares to mess with her. The bitchiest of them all. Color of pride. Red.

Duke, continues to vomit on the toilet as the other two fix their make up. The other, concerned of her friend and the other, is also concerned but doesn't have time to show it as she fixes her lipstick.

"Grow up Heather, bulimia is so '87"

Chandler, was left there, ignored by her vomiting friend.

"Maybe you should see a doctor, Heather.."

Macnamara requests, full of concern.

"Yeah, Heather.. Maybe I should.."

She starts to vomit out more of her earlier today's breakfast. Chandler had just finished with her lipstick and decided to just watch her vomiting friend. In the corner of her eye, she spots a smaller girl going into the first stall, hurriedly.

She hears distant footsteps and waited to see who it was. She rolls her eyes to see Ms. Fleming.

"Ah, Heather, Heather-"

Duke retches, interrupting the teacher.

"And Heather..."

Ms. Fleming slightly grimaces.

"You three are late.."

"Heather wasn't feeling well, we're helping her.."

"Not without a hall pass, you're not. Dete-"

Chandler and Mcnamara was surprised by the smaller girl who stood in front of both of them, showing the teacher a piece of paper.

"Actually, Ms. Fleming. All four of us are out on a hall pass."

Ms. Fleming, took the piece of paper and looked at it. She raises a brow and stares at the small girl.

"Yearbook Commitee.."

Ms. Fleming, sighs and stares at the four of them, as Duke, washes her mouth.

"Alright, hurry up."

She handed back the "hall pass" before walking out and leaving the four of them in the restroom.

As the smaller girl was about to also head out, she was forcefully spun around and the hall pass was now in between Heather Chandler's fingers while she inspects the piece of paper.

"Excellent, forgery..."

She hands out the paper to Duke, with her eyes glued to the smaller girl in front of her. She crosses her arms. The smaller girl felt the intimacy and started to get nervous.

"Who are you?.."

You can hear a gulp from the smaller girl, that Chandler picked up on and was amused.

"V-Veronica Sawyer..."

Veronica felt a bead of sweat rolling down from her forehead. She can't seem to make eye contact with Chandler out of the intimidating aura that she is letting out right now..

Chandler stared at the girl in amusement and took hold of her chin to inspect her face as a smirk is now plastered on Chandler's.

"For a greasy little nobody like you, you do have good bone structure.."

"And also a symmetrical head!"

"She could stand to lose a few pounds.."

Both Mcnamara and Duke decided to chime in as Chandler still has a smirk plastered on her face.

"You know.. You can be a great heather.."

Veronica was puzzled and nervous, she just wanted to leave. She didn't want to say no, she's afraid of what Chandler would do to her when she declines. I mean.. Noone has ever said no to Heather Chandler.

"S-.. Sure?"

Veronica, had just realized that it came out more of a question. She's still puzzled after all.

"Perfect! It's not like you had a choice."

Veronica was shoved to the side as Chandler locks the restroom door and faces Duke and Mcnamara and the two immediately knew what she wanted, they nod their heads, each with different expressions. Mcnamara had an excited grin on her as Duke, had a smirk on.

Chandler turns to Veronica who blinked twice in confusion that made Chandler smile in amusement.

"You're gonna need a little makeover, hun~"

Chandler was grinning along with the other two. To Veronica's vision. The trio were grinning, evilly. She tries to reach for the door knob without breaking her sight from the three, she planned on getting out of there as soon as possible but then realizes it was locked.

Veronica felt a cold hand on her shoulder, she flinches.

"Trying to escape, Sawyer?.."

Veronica was pulled and was now surrounded by the three and saw the makeup kit that the excited Mcnamara had in her hold.

-And now a makeup montage :)-

Veronica coughed at the impressive amount of powder that clouded them.

"Hm, that wasn't difficult, look at yourself in the mirror, Sawyer~"

Chandler was proud of herself. Veronica faced the mirror and stared at herself in awe.

"W-woah.."

Chandler had outdone herself and smiled at the smaller girl's reflection.

"Now, for the clothes.. Let's remove what you've got and change it into something else.."

Chandler, snaps her fingers causing the girls to face their attention to her.

"To the mall, bitches."

Chandler, grabs Veronica by her arm as Duke and Mcnamara, snickered while they trailed behind them.