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Lila had just transferred from France to the “luxurious” town of Sherwood, Ohio to attend the oh-so prestigious Westernburg High. It was a far cry from her school in Paris but at least there was no “Cat Noir” or “Ladybug” to ruin her plans. There was also no Marionette, that little blue haired bitch.
Her partner in crime, Hawkmoth was stationing them there for the next phase of their plan. There were rumours of a hidden Miraculous User in the area and it was Lila to find out who it was and take it.
She walked into this god-forsaken school. It reeked of teenage angst, too much Axe Body Spray and sweaty gym socks. As she walked in everyone was chanting…no…singing?
Heather
Heather
Heather
Veronica
Veronica!
Veronica!
Veronica!
Lila was incredibly confused. WHy was everyone singing and why were their voices so beautiful? If this school was a play they all would’ve gotten in. ANd who the hell was Heather, Heather, and Heather…and Veronica? She looks down the hall to see three picture perfect girls, each wearing a specific color in a tight triangle formation that looked extremely rehearsed. Following closely behind them was another girl with hastily applied makeup and drab clothing. Ah, yes, the straggler. This must be the “Veronica” the students were singing about.
Lila immediately knew who was in power and how to exploit the others to have a piece of it. She smiled victoriously, and began walking down the hall, other students giving her weird glances when they saw she wasn’t singing. She heard strange whispers from someone in the corner,
“--going against the choreo…”
“Why isn’t she singing?”
“Isn’t this girl supposed to be an extra?”
Lila found this strange. She was unaware of Ohio slang but she knew she wasn’t like the other girls. She was different. She was special. She was quirky and knew exactly how to bend others to their will. Starting with the aforementioned “Heathers” and systematically taking down the rest.
Just as Lila began to reach the group, they disappeared around the corner into a classroom and the rest of the students stopped singing and went about their day. Almost as if nothing out-of-the-ordinary had occurred.
Lila slipped into the classroom, trailing the group. She didn’t know if this was her class, but she also didn’t particularly care. She glanced around at the rows of desks, noticing a free one just next to what appeared to be the leader of the Heathers. Chandelier or something? The girl glanced up at her as Lila sat down, looking bored and unimpressed. Lila could work with this. She put on her fakest smile, knowing that the Chandelier girl would see right through it, but also knowing that this was the best way to play her. Make it clear that she was like them. Slightly cruel but still extremely classy.
Lila nodded at the girl, before proceeding to ignore her and set up for class. Heather seemed startled by this, but didn’t say anything as Lila glanced around the room once more. Desks, bored kids, depressed teacher passing out papers, the other two Heathers and that Veronica girl looking at her strangely, semi-hot guy in the back of the class looking like a future school shooter, a disgusting glob of something on the floor that seemed to stare back into her soul, chalk board, bookshelves. Just the normal things one would find in a classroom.
The Heather next to Lila turned to look at her again, and seeing an opportunity, Lila wrote her name on whatever useless garbage the teacher had just handed her. Not her name, but the new title she was going to go by. In perfect handwriting she wrote out:
HEATHER ROSSI
As she did, she made sure that Chandelier Heather saw her name clearly. Heather stared for just a second longer at Lila’s name then would normally be appropriate, and Lila smiled to herself. Gotcha.
After a few moments longer, Heather seemed to visibly shake herself back into a mask of indifference- one that Lila had worn many times before- and wrote her own name on the paper.
HEATHER CHANDLER
Lila turned to her as soon as Heather had finished writing her name. She put on a face of surprise before laughing lightly.
“Oh my god! Is your name also Heather?” Lila said innocently. Chandler looked back, annoyed.
“Yes. Obviously.”
Lila laughed again, making sure that it was high pitched and grating on the ears.
“What a crazy coincidence! It’s not like there’s many kids named Heather around here.” Lila smiled. Heather looked at her with barely hidden disgust. Shit. This was not going well.
“Why are you talking to me?” Heather replied, wrinkling her nose a bit.
Oh no. Oh no. This was all going to shit. Lila couldn’t show weakness though.
“Am I not allowed to?” Lila asked pointedly, mirroring Heather’s energy.
Heather scoffed disdainfully and turned to the Heather in the other seat next to her, rolling her eyes. The other Heather, Macklemore or something smirked back.
Well. Fuck. She sighed and looked around the classroom again for what seemed like the millionth time in the last five minutes. Lila would have to do better if she wanted an in.
Her eyes catch on to the semi-hot school shooter guy. His eyes were intense and once he caught her looking he stared back with murder in his eyes. Lila shuddered slightly but stared back unblinking, as if to assert dominance.
They stared for a really uncomfortable amount of time, until the third Heather, whose name she thought started with D, started loudly tapping her nails on the desk. Lila looked away, the creepy back of class guy had won this time. What kind of fucker wore oversized black trench coats to school anyway. What was he trying to hide? A bomb? Weirdo.
The depressed teacher made his way to the front of the class, clearing his throat loudly to desperately try and get any sort of attention on him, which the rest of the class promptly ignored. The teacher sighed and started talking anyways, forcing Lila to stop socio-analyzing people. For now. She would become queen of the school and find the Miraculous for Hawkmoth in no time, Lila was confident.