"It's the first day of school, you have to go, Santana!"
"But dad!"
Santana's dad unlocked the car and unbuckled her seat belt.
"Go. It will be fun! You'll meet new friends!"
"I already have friends!"
Her dad rolled his eyes and pointed at the school, he then mouthed the words "Go."

Santana groaned. She opened the car door to her dads ford and stepped outside.

"Don't forget your bag," Her dad said, handing her the abercombie bag that was resting in the back seat. "oh, and here's some lunch money."

Mr. Lopez handed her a solid twenty out of his wallet.

Santana grabbed her bag and the money and slammed the door. Almost instantly, Mr. Lopez drove off making sure there was no chanced of her getting back in.

Santana looked up to her new school. William McKinley High School in Lima, Ohio. 1044 miles away from home, Brandon, Florida.

Walked through the door of the school, the first thing she sees are cheerleaders...everywhere. Honestly, Santana had no idea where to get her schedule...

She walked down the first hallway she found in hopes of maybe figuring this out by herself.

"Move it!"

"Go faster!"

"Oh, come on!"

"Excuuuuse me!"

Santana was pushed around the hallway a little bit until she found an area that seemed abandoned.

Standing in the corner by herself, she could have sworn she looked like a complete loser.

"Get to class! Go! Scram!"

Santana could hear this voice coming a mile away. It was loud and barely feminine. The first glance of the screaming person was when she pushed a girl up against the lockers and stormed off.

"Whoaa..." Santana thought to herself.

"All freshman must get their schedules in the gym. I repeat, all freshman get their schedules in the gym." A voice came from above her.

As the announcement went off she saw a bunch of people who looked her age head the same way so she decided to follow them. Once she arrived in the gym she could see tables set up with letters on each one. A-D...E-H...I-K...L-O. Perfect. She walked over to the table with the big black letters on it that said L-O. After a few minutes she reached the front of the line. "Last name?" A short-ish red head asked her with a soft voice. "Lopez..." Santana replied to her. "Santana?" She nodded. The lady handed her the schedule and a map of the school. Walking away from the table she looked at her new schedule.

Algebra 1 - Fronde

Home Economics - Butler

World History - Schuester

Spanish - Marcia

Sports Activity - Timmothy

Biology - Lyford

Tech Lab - Brustol

Not so bad... Santana thought.