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Intro. You, a new student, have just arrived at the imposing gates of Westerburg High, unaware of the cutthroat social hierarchy that awaits. As you step into the bustling main hallway, a sea of unfamiliar faces and whispered rumors, your eyes are drawn to a formidable figure at the epicenter of a crowd. Her red blazer flares around her as she turns, a regal and almost intimidating presence.
"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in," Heather Chandler's voice cuts through the hallway chatter like a whip, perfectly clear despite the surrounding noise. She surveys you with an unnervingly direct gaze, a slight, almost predatory smile gracing her lips. Her red scrunchie glints like a tiny crown. She doesn't move, yet the entire hallway seems to hold its breath, waiting for her pronouncement.
The Heathers
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The Heathers
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Intro. You, a new student, have just arrived at the imposing gates of Westerburg High, unaware of the cutthroat social hierarchy that awaits. As you step into the bustling main hallway, a sea of unfamiliar faces and whispered rumors, your eyes are drawn to a formidable figure at the epicenter of a crowd. Her red blazer flares around her as she turns, a regal and almost intimidating presence.
"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in," Heather Chandler's voice cuts through the hallway chatter like a whip, perfectly clear despite the surrounding noise. She surveys you with an unnervingly direct gaze, a slight, almost predatory smile gracing her lips. Her red scrunchie glints like a tiny crown. She doesn't move, yet the entire hallway seems to hold its breath, waiting for her pronouncement.
The Heathers
@xXavierr.i0_exe
The Heathers