I looked around the bare pink room that used to be my bedroom "ugh!" I yelled to no one. "Dad! Daddy! Is it REALLY necessary to move in the best year of my young life" I yelled dramatically. "oh, princess don't be such a drama queen, moving will be good for you It will get you out of the city" my Dad said with a false positive outlook. "how, how will it be good for me" I said using my amazing acting skills to force myself to cry. "sweetie, the answers final, where moving to Ohio, im sure you will make tons of new friends there" my Daddy said with a hopeful smile. "Fine" I huffed storming out of the room.

THE NEXT DAY

"Sweetie, stop your pouting and get down here! The truck is all packed up!" My Daddy yelled from outside. I looked around one last time at the pale pink walls, that had witnessed me growing up, the dark wood flooring that had been doubled as a dance floor for me and my friends, and the huge walk in closet that had harbored all my always changing clothing styles. "Goodbye new york." I sniffed. Slowly descending the stairs. By the time I had gotten down the stairs ten minutes had passed and my Dads where impatiently waiting. "Rachel lets get a move on!" my Dad yelled, annoyance clear in his voice. "GOODBYE HOUSE!" I sobbed. I stepped into the SUV, as my Daddy started the car. "BYE, NEW YORK" we all yelled simeutaniously. We drove down our small street the huge moving van following close behind us.

It seemed like days had gone bye when we finally got to our new house. As sad as I was about leaving new york, I was excited to start a new school, I could recreate myself this way. Maybe, just Maybe I could be popular. It's not like I was a Loser at my old school it's just that I wasn't really noticed a whole lot, I mean sure I had friends, but me and my friends we were all sort of invisible. I was deep in thought when my Dad yelled "Where here!" I look up to see my new house. My mouth drops wide open, this house was huge! It was at least 2 ½ times the size of our old house. Our old house wasn't exactly small either, it was a middle sized house. I looked down the street at the rest of the houses in the neighborhood, It was row after row after row, of huge mansion sized houses. "Omigod" I said barely able to talk. Before unpacking anything I run out of the car, leaving the door open in my mad dash to see what is inside. I open the front door and stare in awe, inside the floor Is made completely out of marble, and the giant spinning staircase goes up to a carpeted loft with doors everywhere. Hanging from the high ceiling is a beautiful sparkling chandelier, encrusted everywhere in crystals. I run up the stairs yelling "which ones my room!" "the one on the left" my Daddy says arms full of boxes. I go to the first door on the left expecting to see a completely white room. But instead I get greeted with a huge pink room completed, and furnished in everything pink. I shriek unable to contain my excitement, jumping onto the huge canopy bed in the middle of the room. "Do you likeit, we hired an interior designer to decorate your room" my Dad says. "I love it!" I say thrashing with excitement. "but wait" I say "where is all my other stuff?" "oh we donated all the furniture from your old room" says my Daddy "is that okay?" "uh, oh yeah" I say fully knowing they can sense the disappointment in my voice. Without another word my fathers both look at each other and walk out of the room.

The next morning I woke up. Ready to start my first day of school. I had laid out my brand new clothes getting ready for the day. I had a brand new style since new york. In new york all I wore where animal sweaters, and short skirts. My new style had evolved from childish to style goddess chic. I quickly pulled on my super skinny, skinny jeans almost so tight that I couldn't fit them on, followed by my wife beater tank with a black and white graphic on it, continuing with an army green cropped bomber jacket, a long gold necklace, and black peep toed sling backs. My hair had been naturally wavy so I didn't need to do anything to it. My makeup, although natural looking, had taken me almost an hour. I looked into the long floor length mirror. "I'm ready to conquer sophomore year" I said to myself, with a grin.

AT SCHOOL

Later that morning my Dad drove me to school. He was on his way to his law office. "bye sweetie" he yelled out the window "pick you up after school" I smiled head up high not even bothering to respond. I walk through the large crowd of high school students. I walk up to a pretty blonde girl in a cheerleading uniform, and poke her on the shoulder. "excuse me" I say in the loudest voice I can, she turns around and smiles "hi, you look new." She says. "yes, I'm new" I say smiling "I'm Rachel Berry, I was wondering if you could point me in the direction of the principals office?"

"I'm Brittany" she replies "why don't I just show you where the office is?"

"Oh, that would be great!" I say "thank you so much"

Me and Brittany walk into the small school , now discussing the cafeteria food here.

"and remember" she says before leaving me in the office "don't eat eggs chickens get mad"

"okay" I say confused at her random tip "thanks again Brits"

She walks off pony-tail bouncing behind her, as she goes to her locker. I open the office door, cold air blasting in my face. "hello, I am Rachel Berry I'm new here , my Dads told me to come here." I say to the secretary. "Of course right this way" she says pointing to a large door, not even looking up from her small laptop. As soon as I walk through the door to the principals office I can smell the heavy scent of Drakkar Noir.

"Hello" I say with a sneeze. "oh, hello Mrs. Berry, Please sit down, and welcome to Mckinley High, I'm Principal Figgins" Says the man. "Hello Mr. Figgins" I say with a false grin. "Rachel, here is your schedule and, your locker combination" Says Mr. Figgins. "uh, Okay" I say getting up from the itchy office chair.

Locker # 309 I read. I look down the long row of lockers. 307, 308, there it is I say to myself. Walking up to the bright yellow locker I take a look at all my locker neighbors. That's when I spot him. All I can see is the back of him, He's tall, exteremly tall, with short shaggy brown hair, and with a giggle I notice his cute butt. She walks up to the locker too get a better glimpse at his face. "Hi" he says when she reaches her locker.

"Hi, I'm Rachel I'm new here"

"I'm Finn, been here my whole life" he jokes with a smile.

I let out a small giggle, he's adorable, he has a cute lopsided grin and whiskey colored eyes, his cute little dimple lights up his face when he smiled.

"so where did you move from?" he asks with a smile.

"oh-uhm, New york, what about you? Wait no you just said you lived here sorry I'm uh new" I say giggling nervously. WHY AM I SO STUPID! I think.

"Okay then, later Rachel from new york- wheres your next class?" Finn asks

"uhm" I say looking at my schedule "Chemistry"

"well" he says with a grin "see you there"