Heather's

Croquet💋🐝🦋🐍

Heather Chandler's POV

We walk over to the croquet set Veronica has set up in her backyard. Of course, we're all wearing our signature colours. I'm red, obviously.

Ew. Look at those red flowers, they think THEY can be red? Think they can steal the spotlight? No honey.
I step on the blooming flowers with my red heel, as do the rest of our group. Heather Duke and Heather Mcnacamara.

"Serves those bastard flowers right."

I whisper with a grin.
We reach the croquet set and Heather Duke goes up to hit first.
What the-

"Excuse me?" "Always go first Heather."

"Oh, right sorry..."

"Gosh, thank you."

I squeak rolling my eyes. What did she think she was doing?
*Click*

"Again, a perfect hit girls!"

I take a short step back and Heather D. Calls out:

"Heather, it's your turn!"

Pffft!
No, it's not.

"No Heather, it's Heathers turn."

I correct.

"Oh."

Heather M. Goes and hits me out of place.

"Yes!"

She shouts whilst jumping up and down clapping her hands.

"Shady bitch."