Hey Readers! So I started a new story because I've hit a writers block in the other one. Anyway this story is much less angsty and way more fun to write. I will finish the other one, just fyi, but it may take me longer than anticipated.
With that said. Chapters labeled Rachel will be written in Rachel's POV and chapters labeled Quinn will be written in... you guessed it, Quinn's POV.
By the way, this is loosely based off the show. AKA it doesn't follow the show, but the characters, location, and some other things will be the same.
Enjoy!
Chapter 1: Rachel
Everyone knows I'm born for greatness. My life is perfect. My clothes are pricey. Even my family is perfect. Although it's all a complete lie, I've worked my butt off to keep up the appearance that I have it all together. The truth is, is that I'm not as confident as I've led people to believe. I fear that I will fail on Broadway, that I won't have the picture perfect ending to my life.
Standing in front of my bathroom mirror while music blares from my bedroom, I wipe away the smudge under my eye. Starting senior year at McKinley High and seeing my boyfriend after a summer apart shouldn't be so nerve-racking, but the day has started off on a disastrous note. First, my alarm didn't go off. Then my all time favorite necklace broke so I couldn't wear it. Now, I've ruined my makeup and I look like I have raccoon eyes. If I had any choice, I'd skip the first day all together.
"Rachel darling, come down," I hear my daddy yelling from the bottom of the stairs.
My first instinct is to ignore him, but really. You can never ignore Hiram Berry. It's basically impossible.
"I'll be down in a sec," I call down, hoping to fix the disaster on my face.
Finally getting it right, I turn off my stereo, double check myself in the mirror, and hurry down the stairs.
"I made your favorite vegan muffin for the first day of school," My daddy says as he pulls out freshly baked muffins from the oven.
"Thanks daddy" I say, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek. I take a seat at the table across from my dad whose reading the newspaper. He peers over the newspaper and winks at me.
"Hey, dad. How do I look?" I ask, smiling.
Neatly folding the newspaper, my dad takes a good hard look and smiles broadly. " You look like a Broadway star in the making, gorgeous!" I love that smile.
I giggle, "thanks dad". I finish my muffin and give my dad and my daddy a kiss on the cheek before walking to my car and driving off to school.
I take a deep breath and prepare myself for the next few months. I'm reminded of the pretense I've kept around my fathers every time I walk through those doors at McKinley high.