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"Puck!" I yelled. My brother was snoring and he still had to drive me to school.
He ignored me. "Puck! I screamed.
"Shut up." He said to me before throwing his pillow at me.
"Come on, we're going to be late." I complained.
Puck groaned. "If I get up, will you shut up, Puckerman?"
"You know I go by Rachel Berry now. Rachel Puckerman is not a star name. Rachel Berry is a star name. My brother appeared completely uninterested.\
"Whatever. I'll get dressed and you go get Beth and Mark."
I went to get my two younger siblings.
"Beth! Get up!" I yelled at my 12-year-old sister. 'And get Mark, too!" I added, screaming.
Minutes later, everyone but Quinn (my sister who is 9 months older than me, but still in my grade. She denies she is related to us, and goes by Quinn Fabray. At school, Quinn is extremely mean to me.) My brother, Mark, who is 14, was dressed ridiculously. When Puck saw him, he said, "You look like a 5-year-old pimp."
Beth and I laughed, and Mark scowled. "It's cool, Puck, You wouldn't know about it,"
We crowded into Puck's truck. We dropped Beth off at Elementary School and Mark at the Middle School.
When Puck and I arrived at school, we saw Quinn making out with her boyfriend, Finn. Puck looked outraged, he was super overprotective, but he knew he couldn't do anything, because we all went by different last names. Puck and Quinn were both extremely popular, whereas I was most definitely not. Neither acknowledged me at school, except to Slushie me.
I met up with my best friend, Mercedes. "Am I hallucinating, or did you just get out of Puck's car?" she asked.
Shoot, she'd seen me. "No. Why would I do that?'
"It just seemed like…" she trailed off and shook her head. "I need to get more sleep."
That had been way too close.
At the end of the day, Puck found me and told me I'd have to get a ride home with Quinn, because he had football tryouts.
"Puck! You know I'm not associating with Quinn! She's awful!"
"How can you not associate with your own sister? And you guys kind of share a room." He added.
"Well, which do you hate more? Quinn, or walking 4 miles in boots?" he asked.
I shook my head in disbelief. I found my sister walking with her friend Santana to cheerleading practiced. "Hey, manhands." My sister greeted me. Santana cackled.
I watched the cheerleading practice from the bleachers. Quinn's boyfriend, Finn, was watching, too.
"Hi." Finn said to me, obviously trying to be polite.
"Hi." I said. "Are you waiting for your girlfriend?" I asked.
"Yeah, I'm going over to her house to study." This was news to me. Quinn avoided bringing people over, because she didn't want people to know about her family.
"Really?" I asked. "Are you going to meet her family? I heard she has a lot of siblings."
"Oh. I just assumed she was a n only child." Said Finn, sounding surprised.
'Yeah. She has 2 sisters and 2 brothers." Oh, great, I sounded like Quinn's stalker.
"Oh. Do you know any of them?" asked Finn.
I smiled. "I guess you could say that.'