Heather Chandler. The name evey student feared. She was powerful and perfect in everyway. She wasn't always that bad….
Heather's life isn't as perfect as it seemed I mean sure she had two loving parents, nice house, one day it all changed. She was eight, Her dad had lost his job. Got laid off by his company, witch wasn't that bad to begin with. Than he started drinking. A lot. He became bitter and mean, started hitting her mom. They would get into these big seacrming fights they would get so loud Heather ran up to her room and hid inside her bed with the covers on top of her hoping that maybe if she closed her eyes the nightmare would end and things would be normal again. Everything only got who's her mom filed for devcore When he found out he beat the living heck out of her, Heather stepped in between them begging her dad to- "stop! Please just stop!" Heather shouted. Her dad looked at her for a mintie without warning kicked her in the ribs She crumpled into a ball hugging her knees from the blow crying, heaving sobs shook her body, that wasn't the end of the abuse he kept beating both her and her mom. One night Heather was sitting on her bed, her right eye was swollen and purple "hey I brought you an ice pack" her mom came in the room sitting by her on the bed. "Oh gosh, baby your eye.." Heather shifted "it's nothing really" She had to be strong for her mom no matter how much she was hurting, her mom hurt worse. Her mom put an arm around her, Heather leaned in she hadn't felt that kind of affliction in years "I promise you, were going to get out of this mess, I promise" After a few years her dad packed up and left, it was for the best for both of them for him to go she remembers her dad leaving his truck going down the gravel road, it was loud enough to wake the whole neighborhood. Her mom came over put her arm around her and said "don't ever let anyone push you around Heather" a few years later, it was high school this is it Heather thought to herself never getting pushed around again She had build a protective shell around herself after years of being her dad's punching bag, if she never got pushed around she would never get hurt, inside she was broken and vrabilbe if anyone saw the real her they might take it for a weakness, and there is no way in heck she was gonna show weakness. The only way to survive this heck hole is to be popular, Heather thought to herself as she tied her hair in a ponytail with her favorite red scrunchie. Look out world, here I come