The music was loud, pounding into Heather’s ears so hard she could barely hear herself think- good. She didn’t need time to think, she just needed time to get away- with Heather Chandler’s death and Heather Duke taking over as the new queen of the school, she just needed some time away from Westerburg, away from all the stress, away from it all.
And honestly, she found somewhere pretty away. Where was she, anyway? Some club that was a few towns over from Sherwood, maybe. She wasn’t sure, but no one even asked to see her fake ID as she entered, which in Heather’s book, gave the club an A.