Heathers

Beautiful

It was a normal day for Veronica Sawyer, she was listening to her usual music playlist consisting of a lot of french music for her exams. Martha Dunnstock, Veronica's best friend, was also there. They were talking about watching a movie, The Princess Bride.
Suddenly everyone in that area had quietened down and spread out of the way of the doors vicinity. Veronica and Martha stood up and moved to the side to see what was happening. Apparently it was the Heathers, only the coolest, hottest and most popular girls in the school. Heather McNamara, head cheerleader, her dad is loaded - he sells engagement rings. Heather Duke, runs the yearbook, no discernible personality, but her mum did pay for implants. And Heather Chandler, the almighty... She is a mythic bitch.
They are solid teflon, never bothered, never harassed. Soon, the bell rings and people rush to class while all three of them are in the bathroom.
'Grow up Heather, bulimia is so '87' said Chandler.
'Maybe you should see a doctor, Heather' continued McNamara.
'Yeah Heather, maybe i should.' Duke replied.
Miss Fleming soon walked into the bathroom and saw the three girls, 'Ah Heather, Heather and Heather. Perhaps you didn't hear the bell over all that vomiting. You're late to class.'
Chandler replied, 'Heather wasn't feeling well. We're helping.'
'Not without a hall pass you're not. A weeks detention.' Miss Fleming argued.
Veronica walks out of the stall she was in and hands Miss Fleming a sheet of paper, 'Actually, Miss Fleming, all four of us are out on a hall pass. Yearbook committee.'
Miss Fleming read the note closely, 'I see you're all listed. Hurry up and get where you are going.' Miss Fleming walked sternly out of the bathroom. Chandler's eyes went straight to Veronica, 'This is an excellent forgery. Who are you?'
'Veronica Sawyer. I crave a boon.' she answered.
'What boon?' Chandler replied.
'Let me sit at your table. Just once, no talking necessary. If people think you guys tolerate me then they'll leave me alone. Before you answer, i also do report cards, permission slips and absence notes.' Veronica said looking at each Heather.
'How about prescriptions?' Duke asked.
'Shut up, Heather!' Chandler boomed.
'Sorry Heather' said Duke.
Chandler continued, 'for a greasy little nobody, you do have good bone structure.'
'And a symmetrical face, if i took a meat cleaver down the centre of your skull, i'd have matching halves. That's very important' McNamara said staring at Veronica. And soon enough, the Heathers began their work on Veronica's face and then went down back to the canteen where everyone was looking and asking who was with the Heathers.