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Something's Not Right.

It was an incredibly average day for Veronica. She walked to school, as usual. Everything seemed normal, but really, something was stirring. It was strange, the atmosphere of her school was happy. That was the most unusual thing. Nothing was ever perfect there because everyone hated each other.

"Odd, I wonder why everyone is... Never mind." She mumbled under her breath. Her long, blue dress hanging at her feet.

"Veronica! Hi! I'm so excited for movie night tonight. What movie are you renting?" Her best friend, Martha was her usual self. She was the only one who was ever happy, at least she seemed to be.
"Right! Oh sorry. I rented 'Grease' for tonight. Have you noticed anything... Strange about everyone?" She was puzzled, longing for answers, wondering if it was all in her mind. She took a few books out of her locker and then shut it.
"Um cool. What do you mean strange? I think everything is fine, don't you? Is everything alright?" She seemed to be worried about her best friend.

A sudden hush came over the busy hallway and that could only mean one thing. They were coming. Everyone will stop in awe when they walk by. You know those girls in every school. The queens of quality. The princesses of popular. The high priestesses of high school. Well you get it.

The Heathers. Heather McNamara; Head cheerleader. Heather Duke; Runs the yearbook. And Heather Chandler; Queen of Westerberg High. Heather McNamara and Heather Duke control all of the students and Heather Chandler controls them.
They also have colours, red, green and yellow. They wear these colours with pride. Green is Duke, yellow is McNamara and red is obviously Chandler.

"It's the Heathers. We should motor Martha." Veronica was in a huge rush to get out of there. She would not let Heather make fun of her outfit or her in general. Her long, light-blue dress with a denim jacket and multicoloured scarf. Rolled down blue socks aren't the most trendy  things to wear in 1988. 
   
                                                                                  Veronica's POV
Life is short, and I don't need the Heathers to make me want my life to be shorter. Let's be real, I am a complete loser at this school but I want to change that. I want only one thing in life. To not be mocked about what I say or wear, and my school to be a nice place. Okay so maybe I want two things, but doesn't everyone want to enjoy their final years of high school. I want to basically survive this last month of year 11, then I can start emotionally preparing myself for senior year.