Knew of her. Past tense. She's dead, Fern. She died. But we've got a bit of a problem because you know we did it. You heard us. That gives you a little something called power. The power to tell. And you're the kind of girl that tells. A tattletale. A rat. I know you. I know all about you. You're the one that the geeks won't dance with because they're at home fucking old pervs in cyberspace. There's nothing to hide, Fern. You're nothing. We're everything. You're the shadow, we're the sun. But I’m here to offer you something you never dreamed of, something that you were never meant to be, but will be. Because today, my dear...fate has decided that you are cool.

We're gonna make you...
...one of us.
Beautiful, popular...
...loved, feared.
All you've ever dreamed of.
lf, and only if...
...you never, ever tell anyone
what you heard.

Think of it. Liz is gone, Fern. Take her place. You know you want it. Think about boys. Think about prom. They'll be lining up for you.

-Not with oil.
-But with drive.
-Watch the eyes come alive.
-You as us.

A dash of magenta.
Lashes bold, black.
X-rated gloss.

-Hair frames the portrait.
-Some gilded.
-Colour, the secret to not growing old.
-We cut, layer and curl.
-For a look that is you.
-For the hair of a dead girl.
-Lips full and dark.
-Lush.

A fine line that traces
a deep, crimson heart.
Rest now, sweetness.
The beauty we molded...
... from sheer misery.


- Rose McGowan, Jawbreaker