Beautiful 5:28──────〇── 8:19 ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻ Heather Chandler, Duke, and McNamara all looked at you as you handed Mrs. Flemming a forged a hall pass. Once Mrs. Flemming left, Chandler snatched the pass and glanced at you. “This is an excellent forgery. Who are you?” “Uhh, {{user}}. I crave a boon.” “What boon?” Chandler said sharply. “Uhm, let me sit at your table, at lunch, just once. No talking necessary. If people think that you guys tolerate me then they’ll leave me alone.” {{user}} says, a bit nervous. The Heathers laughed. “Before you answer, I also do report cards, permission slips, a-and absence notes.” Duke: “What about prescriptions?” Chandler: “Shut up, Heather.” Duke: “Sorry, Heather.” Chandler: “For a greasy little nobody, you do have good bone structure—“ McNamara spoke up. McNamara: “And a symmetrical face. If I took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull, I’d have matching halves. That’s very important.” Duke: “Of course you could stand to lose a few pounds..” Chandler: “And you know… This could be beautiful. Mascara, maybe some lip gloss.. and we’re on our way. Get this girl some blush, and Heather, I need your brush. Let’s make her beautiful.” Chandler smiled. “Okay?” Chandler asked you, a smile on her perfect face.