Our Story
Chapter 1: Photograph- Quinn
Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.
~Photograph, Nickleback
I woke up on Monday morning with the sense that something had changed, something had shifted from it's usual course. That was what the dream I'd had suggested. But I dismissed this all as nonsense and continued into my daily routine of breakfast, teeth, clothes, makeup, before heading out to catch the bus for school.
"Hey, Princess!" Noah Puckerman yelled at me, "I saved you a seat."
"Thank you, Puck," I sat down gracefully beside him.
"So, gorgeous, got any plans for tonight?"
"I don't know, what were you thinking of doing?"
"I was thinking: you, me, no parents, double bed. Sound good?"
"Maybe. . ."
"Why you holding back all of a sudden? A week ago you were all over me," Puck frowned and ran a hand through his mohawk.
"I haven't been sleeping well lately," I confessed.
"Whatever, then. Whenever you want, so long as it's before Sunday."
"What's so special about Sunday?"
"My parents come back from their cruise."
"Oh."
"Yeah. . ."
The bus stopped and everyone got off.
"See you later, Princess," Puck waved his hand at me. I waved back and headed to class.
…...
Mr Schuester walked into the choir room and flung his ugly leather satchel on a chair.
"Good morning guys!" he said chirpily. I murmured a hello, and most followed, except for Berry, who practically peed herself with excitement.
"Good morning, Mr Schue! What's our task for this week?" she yelled. I covered my ears slightly.
"Very good question Rachel," he turned and wrote something on the whiteboard. I yawned, "This week, we will be focusing on 'Songs For You.'"
"What's that, Mr Schue?" Tina asked, her hand in Mike's.
"Songs dedicated to someone special," Mr Schuester explained, "These could be a friend, a boyfriend, a girlfriend, a family member, anyone."
Rachel put her hand up again.
"Mr Schue, can I perform first?" she asked.
"Rachel," Mr Schue said wearily, "I really want you to think hard about this assignment. So, no."
Rachel scowled and Finn put his arm around her. I watched all these happy couples and I instantly felt lonely, like I had this morning.
…...
It was an hour after school had ended, and I was sat in my bedroom listening to my parents argue and trying to work out a song.
"I DON'T CARE HOW OLD SHE IS! WE CAN'T TELL HER!"
"WHY NOT?"
"BECAUSE SHE CAN'T HANDLE IT!"
I threw my pen down and groaned.
"Mum! Dad! Stop fighting!" I banged on the wall. No reply, just more yelling.
"PLEASE, JOEL! SHE NEEDS TO KNOW ABOUT VIOLET!"
"NO!"
Violet. That name clicked something in my mind. Yes. . . Violet. I knew her, whoever she was.
"Who's Violet?" I wondered out loud. My parents must have heard me this time, because ethe yelling stopped. They came into my room.
"Oh, Quinnie! We didn't want you to find out like this," My mum sobbed, close to tears but not quite there yet.
"Find out what? Mum, what's going on?" I asked.
"Quinn, Violet is. .. is your twin sister."