I DO NOT OWN TOTAL DRAMA OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS!
The eleventh installment of my Total Drama challenge, featuring Heather.
That's right...two in one day!
11. Masquerade
I know they'll soon discover
That I don't belong
So I tuck it all away, like everything's okay
If I make them all believe it, maybe I'll believe it too
So with a painted grin, I play the part again
So everyone will see me the way that I see them
Heather sat in at her desk of her algebra class. She ran her fingers through her hair and sighed. Everyone around her was silent but every now and then they would glance at her and she could see the envy in their eyes. What was not to be envious about? She was beautiful and popular and everything people wanted to be. She grinned to herself as she twirled her pen lazily in her fingers. She'd always been the popular, ever since she had started at this school. She had this air about her that demanded fear and respect and people fawned over her. Her grin faltered slightly.
In all honesty, she hated it.
She would plaster that cruel smile on her face and play the part that was expected of her. She was vindictive and demanding and cruel. She didn't really have many friends but she learned that she didn't need them. She never wanted them. People were fake and when she thought about it, she was no different.
Are we happy plastic people
Under shiny plastic steeples
With walls around our weakness
And smiles to hide our pain
But if the invitation's open
To every heart that has been broken
Maybe then we close the curtain
On our stained glass masquerade
They were all wearing masks, pretending to be someone they really weren't. That's what high school was all about after all. It was all about fitting in and the best way to do that was to learn to act. If you showed people who you really were, showed any pain or weakness at all, you were pushed to the outer most social circle. Outcast, ostracized, ignored, shunned…the list went on.
So, she did what was expected. She painted her face prettily; she did her hair the way it was to be done and wore the latest fashion. She pranced around, hiding behind her mask.
She was the belle of the ball.
The best dressed at the masquerade.
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