Author's note: New story for a new year! I'm so excited for everyone to read it, omg. Anyway, of course, it's in Quinn's POV and my first Faberry and Brittana mix! :D I hope it turns out well. If anyone has any ideas, feel free to message me or drop a review! Thank you and have a nice day.
It's my senior year. My dad is sending me to boarding school. It's mid-august, what school starts in mid-August? I can't really blame my dad, but my step mom. She's never liked me, she's always wanted to get rid of me. She hates everything I do and teases me about my camera. I have it with me all the time; day and night, so she calls it my pacifier. All she ever tells my father is that I'm never going to go anywhere in life with it. My biological mom died almost two years ago from a heart attack. I miss her. Everyday that passes by, I slowly start forgetting the sound of her voice and the color in her eyes. I could tell you so much about her, but to say the least, she just wanted me to be happy.
But remember that everything that falls, must break.
Her voice barely reaches my ears and the smell of her perfume is diffused before me. My happiness was everything to her, but now, I miss her too much to move on with my life. She would never send me to boarding school.
We pull up at the school and see the sign: McKinley. It's a tall, wide building, followed by much smaller ones. From where I stand, I can see a lake, a soccer field and a path that leads into the woods. The uniform includes an ugly red suit-coat type thing, a white button up shirt and a red plaid skirt with white leggings. Oh, and I forgot that ugly red, white, and gray tie. When I look over to my dad he smiles as he tightens the grip on my luggage. When we enter, a lady named Mrs. George welcomes me. She's the Principal and a woman named Ms. McDaniel is the dean. She informs me about the school rules, how to properly where the uniform, and how long each semester is. It's only been about a week since they started, so I'm not that behind.
"Say your last goodbye to your father, Quinn." Ms. McDaniel grabs my bags as I turn to my father.
"Bye." I say coldly and watch the frown in his face appear again, like it did when my mother left. I don't care, though. It doesn't hurt me. Both Ms. McDaniel and I walk down the hall to my room. It's a nice place; really clean and nice looking. Kind of reminds me of the colleges in movies, except without the boys, alcohol and parties.
"This is your room sweetheart." I refocus on Ms. McDaniel as she opens the door to my room. "You'll be sharing with Santana. She's a kind girl."
I walk in with my luggage and see Santana reading a magazine. Her eyes lock with mine and I feel a pang of intimidation run down my spine. Soon enough, she smiles and gets up to help me with my things.
"Sup, new girl?" She asks and sets one of my suitcases on my bed. "Where are you from?"
"Northwestern part of Ohio."
"Well, don't be any trouble you two." Ms. McDaniel states, then smiles and shuts the door. I smile back at her and then my eyes meet with Santana's once again. They sparkle in the dim light and her lips shimmer from her lipgloss. Her wavy hair flows beautifully down her shoulders and makes a pathway to the unbuttoned shirt that shows her cleavage. She notices my stare and snaps her fingers twice before me.
"Hey! It's almost lunch so I'll show you around later. You must have the second turn, since I already have the first turn. That means you start your classes after lunch around 2:45. So get your uniform on. I'll wait or you." A smile comes across my face when she throws me my uniform and shows me the bathroom. When I finish, she braids my hair to the side and fixes my bangs.
"Cute. Now, c'mon! You don't want to be last in line." She links her arm with mine and drags me out to the cafeteria.
As planned, we're first in line. In the few minutes we stood to punch in our code, she showed me where all the different doors led and everything about everyone. The school sluts, nerds, freaks. In such a short amount of time, I know Santana and I will get along better than most people would expect. She's already starting to grow on me. Minutes pass, and the room is beginning to fill with people. Santana gets a table in the back while other girls fill the front half.
"You don't sit with anyone?" I ask and she shrugs.
"I do, but we're not really friends, we're just...we just...never mind."
She stuffs her face with what looks like peas and mashed potatoes. I drop the subject and let my eyes wander around, watching the girls go to and fro from table to table. My eyes land on a woman eating with much older women. Not a woman, but a young lady, in her early twenties. Her hair is chocolate brown along with her eyes and her skin is a perfect cream color. We lock eyes from across the cafeteria and I feel as if the world just paused for a second. Who is she? She's not a student because our uniforms are different and the areas we sit in are, too. She holds the stare, then breaks it when a servant brings a cup of coffee for her. I could feel her glance up at me as I look away, then slyly look back for a couple of moments.
"That's Ms. Berry. Pretty hot, huh?" Santana states, not expecting an answer, of course. "She just started teaching this year. Some guy over in Lima North wants her V so bad, that he's not having sex until he graduates and turns eighteen. He thinks he's going to get her." She scoffs and gulps down her orange juice. I giggle and shake the butterflies in my stomach away.
After about twenty minutes, the bell rings, meaning its time or the second turn to attend class. I grab my things and head out with Santana so she can show me where to go. She points in the direction of the room and heads back to our dorm. I walk into the classroom and feel my insides turn as the head of brown, silky hair is facing me. Her name on my schedule reads: Ms. Berry. She turns to face me and smiles brightly.
"Hello, you must me Quinn."