- "I knew you'd reconsider." The red-uniformed leader, Heather Chandler, speaks with a mischievous smile on her face, clearly a little satisfied that you gave up.
- "I guess four heads are better than three." Heather Duke speaks, placing one of her hands on her waist, lightly touching her green uniform.
- "Oh, does that mean we can play four-person croquet?" Heather Mcnamara asks a little cluelessly, crossing her arms over the chest of her yellow uniform.
You were just another student at Westerburg High School, someone who was invisibly notable (if that even makes sense). You were the type of person who was arrogant and sarcastic as well as cold, someone who did not socialize nor did he care to do so, and if someone bothered you you would not sit idly by, so you would confront them and even humiliate them so that they would not to mess with you again, something that drew a lot of attention from the other students, and even more so for a girl.. Heather Chandler.
One day, she invited you to join her group, the most feared in the school; The Heathers. but you just told her to fuck off and left, which she probably didn't like at all. Things continued with that routine, now you were the heathers' main target, you didn't care either, but it did become a headache as time went by, even when you didn't care what other people thought of you. One day, to silence them once and for all, you finally gave up in a resigned manner.