Author Note: I own only my OC other than that I dont own Glee! nor any songs i use.
-Unknown POV-
I sat in the car as my mom spoke to me on how important it was for us, for me not to screw this up. This was my hundredth (literally) school and if I get kicked out of this school, well, sticking me anywhere else wasn't an option. I start to hum a song at complete and utter random, now not even listening to my mom.
"Risha! Are you even listening?" My mother, Neha Ular, who had moved to America in search of a better life when she was 16, got married at 18, and oh let's not forget my jerk face of a father who left us when I was 10. So, now, my mom works at a catering business in Lima, when we used to live in a small town called Faislesville, which had its own school and everything. Now it was just past the first quarter and I'm moving to a new school because I punched some lousy football player in the face because he called me a terrorist. The least he could do was get my nationality right, not that I had any problem...you know what I should probably reply to my mom before she gets too mad.
"Sorry, Mama, I'm just a bit nervous, what if no one likes me?" I said innocently. Honestly, I could care less about what other people thought about me, except when it came to whispering and rumors, if you had something to say to me, I dare you to tell it to my face.
"Aw, Risha, just don't threaten anyone and you should be fine." She said parking in front of the school. We had already talked to the principal, and some crazy gym teacher lady, whom I had no clue as to why I was talking to her. Maybe she had something to do with discipline?
-Flashback-
"-no punching, no assault of any kind will be accepted in McKinley High not if my name is Sue Sylvester. Do I make myself abundantly clear, Miss Ular?" said the whitish blonde haired lady who had been basically like loudly talking to me the moment I sat down, in fact I missed most of her speech just staring at the poor girl in the cheerleading outfit with her own desk in the corner of the room staple paper after paper after paper. I wondered how many more she had to do, and if she was actually stuck with this psycho.
"Oh yes, of course, I understand perfectly." I had said snapping back into reality.
"Then, why did it take you so long to reply?" the crazy lady asked
"I had to take a moment to absorb your wonderful speech Mrs. Sylvester." I said smiling my fake smile. Then Principal Figgins saved- I mean came lead me around the school for an hour.
-End of Flashback-
I get out of the car and watch my mom drive off. I sigh as the little red car drives out of sight and I walk into McKinley High School, only to be meet by a lot of stares from a lot of people.
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