Santana put on her backpack and looked at her mom. "I don't want to do this Mama, I can`t start in a new school half way through the year! Everyone's already made friends!" she pleaded desperately. "You'll do great honey! Plus, your mom got a job offer here and we'll have more money for you and your sister!" her mother said frantically. Santana looked outside her window onto her snow covered grass. She missed living in San Fran. She was able to hold hands with a girl outside of the comfort of her home without being judged, but now since her moms moved her and her sister to this cow town called "Lima Ohio", she knew she wouldn't be able to even look at another girl with a slight bit of emotion without being called a dyke and thrown in a dumpster. Plus, it definitely wouldn't help with the whole 'gay parents raise gay kids' controversy. But who cared what people thought, she was Santana fucking Lopez, and she could do whatever the fuck she wanted. "Alright, I'll go. But only if you drive me to school. I am NOT sitting alone on a smelly bus on the first day" she said as she opened the door and walked to the car. Once her mom got in and started driving, she could already feel the nervous butterflies in the pit of her stomach.
After she met with the principal, Santana's mom and the secretary brought her to her first period class. She gave her mom one last hug and walked into her first period English class. When she walked in, everything got silent. The secretary whispered something to the teacher, Miss Heart, and then left quietly. "Well class, it looks like we have a new student! Everyone say hello to Santana Lopez!" The class mumbled some hello's as Santana look a seat in the back of the class. People were still looking at her once Miss Heart started her lesson again. "We just finished reading Macbeth by Shakespeare, would anyone like to tell Santana what the book is about?" She didn't need a lesson, she's read and acted out the play at least five times. Santana was snapped out of her thoughts when a pretty blonde in a red cheerleading outfit raised her hand confidently, and half of the class sighed, including Miss Heart. "Yes Brittany?" she asked half-heartedly. "It was a play about Quinn's baby getting her first laptop!" she said a little too cheerfully. The whole class burst out into laughter, except Santana. If something like this happened at her old school, she would make a snarky comment about her being a stereotypical blonde cheerleader, but something about her caught her eye. Maybe it was that she was smoking hot, but it felt like something more. But whatever she was feeling, she had to stop. She had to remember that this was Ohio. Not San Francisco.