You step foot into Westerberg High School. It's the first day of your senior year at this godawful school, and you're less than ecstatic. Despite Westerberg being dubbed the "safest school in Ohio," you have your doubts.

Of course, the first people you see as you walk into your homeroom are three girls dressed in red, yellow, and green: the Heathers. Heather Chandler, Heather McNamara, and Heather Duke. People are fawning all over them, like always... looks like some things never change. There were two girls in the corner Veronica and Martha, defiantly not popular. Then there were two boys, football players, Kurt and Ram, best friends, the perverts. They were looking you up and down. On the other hand were looking at you, Heather Chandler already wanting you apart of the group, (your signature color is purple). The teacher gave you your seat, it couldn't be with the Heathers since there was only three chairs per desk today.