A very Slight blurb that wouldn't get out of my mind…..:/ These Plot Bunnies…really distracting…..this one was vicious, relentless, even. Couldn't seem to shake it. :)
So, here it is!
Warning for implied use and purchase of illegal drugs.
Disclaimer: Er…yes, I totally own Glee….Psht…In my dreams….;)
Sunshine didn't really know where she got her name from, but she really appreciated it. From the day she was old enough to think, to walk, to speak on some level of eloquence, she has invested herself into acting the part. And maybe that's part of why she started into singing- Because it fit the image she had constructed for herself. But whatever the case, she's kept that image, bringing her bubbly, happy, but overall fraudulent personality to High School, and finally landing, after many moves, at one unsuspecting McKinley High.
Once there, she never expected to be sent exactly where she needed to be. She was, consequentially, in those first few days, starting to run low on her stock, and preparing for many long nights of tired but desperate searchings for the proper area to buy at before she ran completely out, and people would begin to notice.
But on that second day…..That girl, her intention was to be mean. To hurt Sunshine as much as humanly possible without actually physically harming her, personally.
But it was honestly exactly what she was looking for. She followed the address, rehearsing in the car, just trying to keep her reputation intact and perfect, until she pulled up to the front of a barren-looking building. She opened her door in confusion, tucking her cell phone into the pocket of her cropped hoodie slowly, cautious.
Until she smelled the air. And her face split into a grin, large and proud, and she fearlessly approached the door. And she effortlessly implored of the dealer. And, eventually, seamlessly hid the pocket of stashes underneath a safe, temperate floorboard in her car, unreachable and untouchable.
And the next day, she was happy again. Her spirits weren't really down. She felt…she felt good. Safe. Real.
Yet still, she confronted the girl, short, but, depressingly, a couple of inches taller yet than she.
"I apologize! We…we want you in the New Directions." she had explained, her long, brunette locks swishing around, hiding her face plenty, the blush of irritation, of embarrassment at having to apologize so openly to the "competition."
It only served to make the Asian girl hate her stupid little animal sweaters even more.
But despite her clear-cut anger, the rage in her mind, she could not be anything but calm, serene, even, in this state she constantly kept herself in.
"You sent me to a Crack House, Rachel Berry. I am not about to forget that." she said.
And with that, she strutted away, her new choir director lagging behind after a snide comment to the slight figure of the Jewish Girl.
In the next few months, she silently thanks Rachel Berry, a slight smile gracing her features, meeting her own glazed eyes, as she thought on it.
Because, really, sending her to that Crack House, well, it was the best thing she could have done for her.