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From The Journal Of Sue Sylvester
How dare they! How dare Santana, Brittany, and Quinn quit the Cheerios? I have no performance without them, they are my top cheerleaders! If it wasn't for THEM, I would have gotten my 7th consecutive Nationals win, but we've made history, and NOT in a good way! We are the first team in Nationals history that has lost so badly! Besides, they're nothing but singing losers in this school without me!
Brittany, sweet Brittany. Everyone likes her because she's kind to everyone and is hot. But no one will care about her sweet attitude or hot body if she is NOT A CHEERIO.
And Santana, Santana's always complaining about how she wished people noticed her more instead of noticing Quinn. Well, how is she going to get any attention that is not negative at all if she's NOT A CHEERIO?
And Quinn. Quinn is so lucky that after her pregnancy was over that I let her back on the squad, and now this is the SECOND TIME that she has declared herself NOT A CHEERIO. I vaguely recall that little whore didn't have such a good time last year when she was pregnant and wasn't able to get the little skirt over her fat body, and now she's asking for a repeat? (And what's with that Ken boyfriend of hers?)
I gave up everything for the cheerleading squad, and now, because of three 17 year olds, that's all ruined!
Well, I might as well explain.
My mother and father left me and Jean alone when we were very little so they could go off hunting Nazis. Jean was older, but she had Down Syndrome, so I wasn't able to go to school and had to stay home to take care of Jean and run the household.
When Jean was old enough to be admitted into a home for disabilities, and I was old enough to get a job, I checked her into one, paying for it with part of my salary. My childhood was wasted by taking care of a child, so I vowed that my life would be spent being a kid again. I tried, but I couldn't quite do it, so I decided to work with teenagers instead, and that's how I got my job as coach of the cheerleading squad. But I didn't want my life to be ruined by accidentally getting pregnant (I admit to sleeping around, but only to you, trusted journal.) In this time, abortion was a hush hush thing, so I went to a backstreet abortionist and paid him to take out my uterus and slash my tubes for good measure, so their would be no chance of an ectopic pregnancy. And that, journal, is the story of my uterus.
Sue Sylvester