Authors Note: Uhmm, I just want to say, don't expect a lot of stories out from me. I'm not really into writing for this fandom anymore. It just doesn't appeal to me. But, you're welcome to check out my profile to see if I write other stories for another fandom that you like. Also, my uncompleted stories for this fandom most likely won't be continued. Though, I think we all saw that coming. For now, I think that's it.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, but I do own everything else. :)


Things That Rhyme with Heather

"It is said that popularity is a disease."

-Anonymous


You stand there in front of your school cafeteria. Your domain. You watch over all the people who kill to be you. Who envy you. Who want to be just like you. You wonder to yourself how this came to be. How all these people came to be your pawns. You know you can be a lot of other things in life if you tried, but the tug at your hollow heart tells you otherwise. You failed as a person in your mother's eyes with your manipulative ways. She doesn't want anything to do with your pathetic self. You disgust not only her, but as well as yourself. You tried and tried to fix this power hungry disease, but with no avail.

It's trapping you, but you don't do anything to stop it. The poison flows through your veins as it's apart of you. You are just as sick as people thought. With your heartless attitude ways. However, they're blinded by the glamour you possess, so they second guess themselves. How could someone be so glamourous, but be so evil? But if you saw the devil wearing Prada, wouldn't you be caught up in his glamour too?

You don't mean to act the way you do, but the satisfaction of people doing everything you say. Anything you say, no matter what, it makes you want it even more. It is your fault that people are trying to rhyme with you. Trying to imitate you. The guys swarm themselves around you. You claim you're a classic. You're descried as being "in". You perpetuate a preexisting runway. You're defined as the definition of cool.

With your artificial nails, plastic attitude, and your oh-so-amazing face. No one can touch you for you are like the corporate skyscrapers in the clouds. Though, if it wasn't for you, we wouldn't have all these multiple existing crowds, cliques.

You call it being beautiful and blessed as others would call you, Heather, popular.

But oh, isn't this all in the eyes of the beholder?


Author's Note: I hope this was understandable. To be honest, this has been typed up in my phone for over a year. Anyway, as was said before, I do hope that this mini was understandable. I think it's pretty obvious on what it's about. I know the ending may be a little confusing, but I hope it wasn't TOO confusing.

If you have any questions, feel free to pm me or ask it in a review and I'd be happy to answer any of your questions.