Quinn woke up on the first day of school. This was the first time she was sure that she was not going to rule the school and possibly be at the bottom of the food chain.
She got out of bed and looked in the mirror. Ever since her dad had come to live with her when her mom took a job in London, she had seen the same thing and it wasn't the beautiful girl she'd known to love. It was a monster, with bruises all over her skin and cuts across her stomach. Well, she thought to herself, I'm sure some extra makeup and I won't be able to see the black eye.
She walked downstairs quietly to make sure she didn't wake her dad and snuck into the kitchen. She grabbed a banana and headed stealthily out the door. Thank God she thought. She started her car and headed off to school with makeup covering the bruises.
When she got out of her car she saw Finn and Berry Walking together, holding hands. There were tears in her eyes before she had time to look away.
"Hey, Quinn!" someone called. Quinn looked up and saw Mercedes, Santana, and Brittany walking towards her.
"Where were you all summer? I didn't hear anything from or about you!" Mercedes exclaimed.
"I was in Mexico. It was kind of sudden. My Mom got a short-term job offer in London, so my dad came to stay with me. He wanted us to reconnect so we went to Mexico." Well, there was the lie she would have to tell everyone. She said it once and she'll have to say it every time anybody asked her that question. It wasn't a complete lie, she told herself, mom did get a short-term job offer.
All in all the day didn't go so bad. The makeup stayed on well, so nobody could tell she was bruised. Her final class ended and she was about to go to her car when she remembered glee club. She turned around and headed toward the choir room. She sat down at the end of the top row next to Kurt.
"How was your summer, Quinn?" Quinn jumped and turned to face Kurt.
"It was great. I went to Mexico!" she lied
"That sounds so fun!" Kurt said. He quietly added "I hear your dad's back. Are you okay with that?"
"Yeah." I said quickly. Mr. Schuester had just walked in the room and greeted us with a how-was-your-summer rehearsed speech. Thankfully, he didn't have any of us answer.
"Sorrow," He announced to the class. "We always sing happy, upbeat music, but we don't want to blind ourselves to other styles of music. I'm giving you the first month of school to work on this. I want you to perform a song that shows a sorrow you faced in your life." With that, the day was finished and I could go home.