This was from prompt generator so yaur :3
Your prompt: Heather McNamara: You know, there was a time that I would have died for you
Your prompt: Heather Duke: You always meant the world to me, Heather McNamara. I'm sorry I let you forget that

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Heather died, the same day Heather took her place. She didn't even recognise the green clad girl anymore, she wasn't green anymore, she was red. And it hurt. She was so mean now, not anything like how she was before.

Who was this imposter? Now her green girl wore red, what her friend used to wear...

A week later Mrs. Fleming said that a news crew was coming in because of all the suicides, then she spoke up about how she felt and how she wanted to kill herself. It was weird because she didn't know she said it till Heather Duke started shouting at her.
"Is Westerburg not a nice place, you shouldn't wear our school colours"

Before anything else could happen she ran off, to the bathroom. She could end herself once and for all just how her 'lover' wanted. It didn't feel like that was her Heather, like the power contaminated her.

Duke felt regret, why did she say that? She knew Mac had problems, but it was her way of coping. Fuck fuck fuck she needed to go after her! Before something dumb happened!

She ran like her life depended on it, well not her life but Mac's certainly did.

She walked in on the yellow, usually cheerful girl struggling to open a bottle of sedatives.
"Mac stop please!" Duke begged, she can't have her lover taken away. She knew she messed up. A lot. This was all her fault...

"You know, there was a time I would of died for you. And now your so mean and horrible I don't even recognise you" Mac shouted at her while tears were streaming down her face.

"You always meant the world to me Heather I'm so so sorry I let you forget that. I also haven't shown it recently either." Duke apologised.

Then the yellow girl put the bottle down, "why? I know this isn't like you, tell me why, the Heather I know and love would never say those things to me,"

"Because I was scared, that I would be treated like how Heather treated me, that whoever would take over would be horrible to me. So I did what I thought could protect me from all the bad things, her scrunchie. It was power and protection no one could make me feel like she did again. So I became like her so no one would take it so I could be safe. But I became a total bitch cause of it and that shouldn't be an excuse. I'm so so sorry my love, I get if you think we should break up" by the time the shorter girl finished she had started crying, not noticing the tears falling down her face.

"I'm sorry that I didn't pay attention to that, I didn't do anything about it, so I'm sorry too, and I don't think we should break up, wanna skip instead?" The taller girl asked.
The green clad girl nodded and hugged Mac tight, scared she might disappear. They held each other for a while, then the bell rang, instead of going to lessons they skipped, texting Veronica that they were leaving and that they had talked about what had happened. It was ok. They were both ok.

This is quite short but I don't think I could've dragged it out anymore :P so opinions on it??? I was shitting myself over all the SPAG mistakes my friends pointed out
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