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“Heather...?” The yellow-clad girl tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Part of her still couldn’t believe she was doing this. Normally it was one of the other Heathers confronting someone, and she just stood behind them and agreed, throwing the occasional jab when she thought it was appropriate, but now she was forced to take the role of leader, and she was terrified. Still, her reputation was on the line, and she wasn’t about to let something happen to it.  “We need to talk.”













