A/N I know I should be focusing on another story right now, but I've had this story in my head for a couple weeks now and I've decided to give it a shot. There might be some similarities between this story and another of mine, you have been warned. Based on Glee but there are some changes. I don't own anything.

Letting go
Chapter 1 : Cheerios

Santana's P.O.V

Starting over. Letting go. That's what my mother is expecting with us moving. Though I'm not really sure how leaving my friends and evertyhing I know will do that. Where the hell is Lima anyway? I'm a city girl. But I guess that's the downside of being sixteen. You gotta do what your mom says. I let out a breath of air I didn't know I was holding as I let my head rest against the cold car window. And I realised we are really heading to the middle of nowhere. All I can see is trees and trees and trees. And sometimes a little part of a lake I guess because I'm pretty sure this can't be an ocean.

I picked my bag from between my feet and put it on my lap. I need my sunglasses, all this sun is giving me a headache. I put them on and glanced at the backseat. My little sister is fast asleep her head resting on her pillow on the seat behind my mother while her feet are on the seast behind me. She's so tiny. At least one of us is comfortable. I smiled softly at her before turning back to face the never ending trees. My mom takes a quick look at me before focusing back on the road.

"You okay, San?" My mom says. Her voice is full of concern. I glance back at her and just nod. "I can't feel my ass."

"Language!" My mom warns with a scowl. I just look at her and shrugged.

"Mom, we've been driving for like two days! I just want to get out of this car." I say without looking at her.

"We'll be there in about an hour." My mom says once again after a glance at me.

"About damn time." My mom glares at me. "Sorry, sorry."

I put my earpluggs out of my bad and set them in my Iphone and into my ears. At least I have music. The only constant thing in my life right now. I go through my songs and just as I'm about to select a song my mom's voice stops me.

"Santana we need to talk." I look at her but I don't make a move to remove the earplugs.

"About what?" I don't bother to look at her.

"You.

"What about me?"

"Santana, I think you know."

"No, Maribel, I really don't."

"That attitude. Santana I'm worried about you. Ever since the accident you've been different." I scoff. "And I get it. But you can't keep going like this. You need to talk about it. You need to let people in."

"NO! What I need is to things to go back to the way they were. I need people to leave me the fuck alone! And I really don't see how running away from everything will help with anything!" I shot back in a whisper.

My mother looks at my sister in the backseat through the mirror and glares at me. "You better not wake up your sister." I shoot her a 'whatever' if we were alone we would have been yelling. I have a temper. I bet you can guess who I get it from.

"I'm just saying maybe you should give this place a chance."

"Whatever." I say wihtout looking at her. I use my thumb to select a song and with the noise blaring from my earplugs my mom knows that's the end of that discussion. From the corner of my eye I see my mom running a hand through her hair and let out a sigh. I rest my head against the window and close my eyes. I feel a tiny feeling of guilt shot through me but I shake it off just as fast as it came in.

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I feel someone shaking me sofly and I open my eyes. I must have fallen asleep. I sit up and glance at my mother. Both of her hands are on the steering wheel. I frown, I don't get it. Then I feel someone poking me again. I glance at the back seat and see Angela looking at me with a giant smile. I kinda forgot she was there. I'm always somewhat lost right after waking up, either from a nap or a whole night sleep I'm always kind of lost. It usually takes me a couple of minutes to adjust. "What's up munckin' ?"

Her smile gets even bigger. She just loves it when I call her like that. She's gotta be the cutest seven year old ever. She looks just like me but a tiny version. She's adorable. "Sanny you have to wake up, mommy says we're almost there!" She's shaking with excitement.

"Santana." I turn around at my mom's voice. "Look to your right. This is were you'll be going to school." She said as she points to the right, her hands still on the sterring wheel. I look at my right and see the school she's reffering to. It must be a two floor high school because it looks pretty tall. In front of it I see a big red panel with WILLIAM MCKINLEY HIGH SCHOOL written in big black bold letter. Right under it, just a bit smaller I read GO CHEERIOS!"

As we drove by the school I see a bunch of girls in what could only be cheerleaders uniforms. As the car turns on the next street I can only wonder what the hell is a cheerio?

A/N Here's chapter one. Let me know if I should keep going. I'm already working on the next chapter!