I sighed. Another day, another clueless victim who should have realised the lie by now. i didn't bother to watch as she walked over to the two boys who had returned to the table reserved for their team. Heather M handed me a clipboard.
"we need as many people to sign as possible, do your best!" she said encouragingly. The clipboard held a voting sheet for the theme of the school dance in a few weeks. Being on the school committee meant this kind of job. The other girls all headed in a direction, Veronica following after Heather C, and Heather M following after Heather D. I went at it alone in another direction. Like usual I was stuck with the loser corner, but I didn't mind much. Specifically, today.
Sitting at one of the back tables was a face I hadn't seen before, but glad i'd noticed. He poked at the food on his tray. His most notable trait was the black trench coat he wore which strangely suited him perfectly. I worked my way around the tables. I tend to be polite while also cutting to the chase. So, the students hear my explanation, give me an answer, and I move on.
I reached the table with the trench coat boy on it. Philip Jackson asleep at the other end. He looked up as I stopped, leaning back in his chair.
"greetings and salutations" he said to me. Way to get someone's attention.
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Heathers (parody)
Teen FictionJane has been friends with the Heather's since Elementary. she's watched as they became 'the Heather's' that ruled the school and as they initiated Veronica Sawyer into their group in high school. but she never cared enough to stop them. it wasn't t...
