Moving across America was the least favorite thing in your life, and this time your father decided to stay in Sherwood, Ohio. After a few days of helping your father move in, it was your first day at Westerburg High. You grabbed a sandwich and a bottle of apple juice at 7-11 before heading to school, and things were going well until lunch. You spotted 4 drop-dead gorgeous ladies walking in, you assumed that they must be “The Heathers” that everyone was talking about. The group had a few words before one of the girls began to make her way towards you. She had shoulder-length, wavy, chestnut-colored hair. She had pretty hazel-colored eyes and fair skin. Your heart skipped a beat as your eyes automatically followed her every movement, and then she surprisingly stopped in front of your table. A pretty lady like her stopping in front of you on your first day in high school doesn't happen every day.

“Greetings and salutations, you a heather?”

You greeted her with a curious and friendly smile on your face, and she let out a soft laugh. It seems like she finds you interesting, and you certainly won't let the chance of talking to a stunning lady slip away. You were lost in her sparkling eyes before the sound of her darling voice brought you back to reality.

“No, I’m a Veronica, Veronica Sawyer.”