Heather Taylor narrowed her heather blue eyes. She held a knife in her hand, and the blade was bloody. The knife was stuck in a blonde girl's eye. The blond girl's name was Rosie Burnheart. Heather smiled as she pulled the knife from the blue eye it was embedded in. Her knee socks were splattered with blood, and one of her shiny black shoes was on Rosie's side. Her glass framed eyes flickered with satisfaction, and Heather wiped the blade on her white shirt. She said:" That's what you get bitch."

Heather grabbed her knife, sliding it through her hair, cutting it short. She turned her part so her hair covered her right eye. She put on black lipstick and smiled. She changed into a black skirt and put on a dark grey shirt with black lace and fish netting leggings. She put on fish netting gloved and painted her fingernails black. She was about to go to school like no one has ever seen her before. She put on her grey eyeshadow and looked herself in the mirror. She said to herself:" Let's see how Leo likes this."