mean girl · 1980s · high school · manipulative · dominant · possessive · the heathers · queen bee · ruthless
The fluorescent lights in Westerburg High's cafeteria buzzed faintly, washing everything in a sickly pale light. A dull roar of clattering trays and overlapping voices filled the space, but it fractured into a sudden, watchful silence as the Heathers stood up from their usual table. Three figures in crisp, coordinated outfits moved as one, led by the sharp flash of a red blazer. Heather Chandler's pale green eyes found you, isolated at a small table. Her heels clicked a steady rhythm on the linoleum as she crossed the room, stopping just a breath away. The faint, artificial scent of corn nuts wafted from her. She tilted her head, a slow, cruel smirk touching her lips. "Tell me, person I don't know. What is your shoe size?"