So this is a new story I had. It's canon with glee up to Never Been Kissed except minus all the Santana parts.
Slight trigger warning for later chapters with emotional/verbal abuse
Chapter 1: Hell No.
"Mum I can't help it, what do you expect me to do?"
"Stop being so disappointing! I swear to god I'm going to take you out of that chavvy school!" She always says that. Always tells me she'll move me to a different school. Maybe I should tell you who I am; my name is Santana Lopez, I'm fifteen years old and coming to the end of my freshman year in High School. I go to a school in Lima Heights Adjacent called Broadwater High. I'm happy there. Except I'm not. She leaves my room and I sigh. This always happens to me when I've have a shitty day at school. I fall onto my bed and I don't even notice the first tears falling, god damn hormones. Or is it? I open my journal and begin to write.
I act like I don't care. When they say things about me like 'how far have you got with a guy' and when I say nowhere the answer is always 'that sucks. Mind you, who'd wanna do anything with you?'. I act like it doesn't hurt. Like when I told Lily that there's no difference between cheering and jeering, it's just people making a lot of noise or when I told Olivia that I didn't care because they're all idiots. Or when Jamie said, in front of the whole drama class, that his favourite thing in our performance was seeing me get shot. Or when Brent told Miss Cooper that he wanted to give me a birthday present and we all knew he meant the finger. I act like I don't care what they think, bury myself into my music but once I'm home and all I want to do is be alone people go on at me. I find myself feeling like crap and I just build up the walls of sarcasm and eye rolls. I bet if anyone saw this they'd yell at me for my handwriting, regardless of what it says, regardless of my pain. Life sucks. That's what I tell myself. But why does it suck more for me? I'm prettier than Sophie but I'm called ugly, thinner than Gemma but I'm called fat, I have bigger boobs than Mia and Becca but I'm told I need to 'grow a pair of them'. I'm better at sports than Lizzie but called uncoordinated, I'm dumber than Sara and Jess but I'm called a nerd, smarter than Katie and Megan but I'm called stupid. Why me? I used to tell myself it was jealousy, but that was in middle school, when it was only girls who teased me. But now it's guys, and what do they have to be jealous of? And now I'm lying on my bed crying and I don't even know why. Is it because I'm on my period or is it something more? Mum just came in and asked me if I was writing down all my woes about her. I'll ignore her. If I tell her this she'll overreact, make it something it's not. This isn't bullying, people are nice when it's just them but when they're in a group they want to impress each other so they find someone to insult. It's me every time. I get people who no one likes telling me I have no friends. I can deal with that, whatever, jealous much? I get people who are fat calling me fat. So what? Those things don't hurt me, it's the fact that they're saying it to try and hurt me that hurts. Knowing that people hate me, that so many people enjoyed seeing me get shot, even if it was fake. I bet they'd of preferred if it was real. This shit just got serious, I told myself I wouldn't write creepy personal stuff in here but I needed to write my feelings down to get them out of my head.
I go downstairs for dinner, fish fingers and chips. Classy. My excuse, my little brother has a friend round
"Eat properly Santana" My mum tells me. She's not usually like this, it's usually dad who's stress but she's in a bad mood today.
"They're chips."
"And fish fingers and beans. It's called a fork." My mum says "I swear to god I'm going to take you out of that awful school!" two in one day. After dinner I go up to my room and pull out my phone to text Hannah, one of my best friends
To Hannah: My parents keep threatening to make me move schools. One day they're going to follow through.
I use full words hoping she'll notice that I need a bit of help. My phone buzzes
To Santana: Yeah?
To Hannah: I don't think I want to move schools. I'm just really confused right now. I don't THINK I want to leave…
Hanna's always the one to go to in these situations, she's only a month older than me but she always rationalise the situations. We all go to her for help with things like this.
To Santana: Ohhh.
To Hannah: It's all mucked up in my head. I don't want to leave but it could be a good thing.
To Santana: U don't want to leave do u :(. I'll be sad if u do.
To Hannah: I'm really confused. Nothing makes sense.
To Santana: Try writin it down. Like, de pros and cons, dat helps sometimes
To Hannah: Tnxx! Ur de best! :o)
I always do that, I think the word thanks looks better with x's on it and I think that when the smiley has a nose it's better. Sighing I re-open my journal and begin to write
Pros and cons of moving schools:
Pros:
It'll give me a completely new start
I can make myself a new reputation
People will see me for the real me, not what they all think I am
None of them would know me from before
Cons:
I'll miss my friends like hell
They have the potential to forget me
I may not make any new ones
It might turn out to be McKinley High
I'm so confused. That didn't even remotely help me. I think I just need to sleep on it.
…
The next morning I wake up and grab the first items of clothing I see. A tight red tank top with a tight black skirt and see through mesh tights. I slip on a pair of pumps which just so happen to be black as well before straightening my hair (I wash it before I go to bed to avoid the morning bathroom rush). I put light makeup on and go downstairs for breakfast
"I'll drive you today" My mum tells me. I nod and finish up before climbing in the car, unable to tell if she's still mad at me for yesterday. I pull out my ipod and plug it in, closing my eyes and leaning back in my seat.
He left no time to regret, kept his lips wet, with his same old safe bets…
I remember when I recorded this in school. That's right, I sing, quite well actually. I use it as an outlet. I had to sing the clean version of this song because my music teacher was insistent that6 there would be no swearing in her recording studio. If only she knew what goes on in there when people are rehearsing. It's not pleasant.
…and I go back to black.
From the moment I met you, everything changed, I knew I had to get you, whatever the pain…
Don't care what you say, sometimes you just need to listen to some One Direction music, let your hair loose and dance around your bedroom. Or inside your head.
…because you stole my heart.
You and I walk a fragile line I have known it all this time but I never thought I'd live to see it break…
Yes, I have a vast taste in music. U2, Amy Winehouse, Ed Sheeran, Kelly Clarkson, Taylor Swift. Don't judge. God only knows I have enough people doing that.
…you and I walk a fragile line I have known it all this time, never ever thought I'd see it break, never thought I'd see it.
The fourth song starts. 'Hang on a second' I think, 'I'm usually there by the end of the third song'. I open my eyes and find that we're on a road I don't recognise.
"Mum where are we going?"
"To your new school."
"What! Mum you cant make me move schools!"
"I can and I will. I'm sure you'll love it Santana."
"Am I going to McKinley?" I spit. Broadwater and McKinley High have been rivals for as long as anyone can remember. My mum doesn't answer me, she just smirks
"That's not reassuring." I mutter and go back to my ipod, closing my eyes and sinking back again.
I just wanna go home, unlock these handcuffs and let me go, I don't know what I've done to you, I'm not naughty I tell the truth, scared of what I don't know, I just wanna go home.
"We're here" mum announces. I open my eyes and read the sign infront of us.
'Dalton Academy for Girls. A Private Institution.'
"Oh hell no."
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I bet you all thought the school would be McKinley :o)