Things were different. There was a time in my life where I thought that Finn had finally realized that he was into animal sweaters instead of short cheer skirts. I thought that things in my life were finally turning out right, I could be accepted among my peers. I look back and realize how stupid I was to ever think that I could be the girl everyone looked at and said, "I wish I had talent like that, she just has her life planned out in front of her." It was like that, for a short time. I like to think of that time as the deep breath before the plunge. Ever since Finn came to his senses and started chasing his dream girl again, things have reverted to the way they were before I was half of the glee power couple. Scratch that, things weren't the same. They were much worse. It was like people realized that if Finn doesn't want me, then no one will (except Jacob, but I tend to overlook that.) Even the people that were supposed to be by my side til the end, my glee clubbers, pretty much exiled me. Needless to say, the slushies only increase everyday. I had to start carrying my books around everywhere so I could fit all of the clothes I needed in my locker.
I suppose the hardest part of my new life was no one cared. It got to the point where I couldn't tell a teacher, they only shrug me away. I can't tell dad and daddy, their business trips and "honeymoons" were becoming more and more frequent. They don't even bother sending pictures of them in all of the different locations around the world, they would just say hi whenever they came home to repack. I've been used to them not being home, but the fact that they couldn't even ask about my life whenever I do see them is hard. I wonder what I did to make them hate me. When I was little they worshiped me, showering me in everything I could ever want. Now they don't even bother calling to see if I'm alive.
My days now were a sad routine. Wake up, get dressed, walk to school, get slushied, change, go to classes late, get slushied again, go to class, If it was a good day, there would only be a couple slushies, but more times than not it would end up being three or four. I need my life to change, but I don't even know how it got to this point. I don't even wear my normal skirts and sweaters, I just wear sweats and sweatshirts. I found out that they are easier to clean up after getting hit. This is what my social life is amounted to. Whenever I get slushied, people don't even look anymore. They just carry on their perfect lifes, being happy to ingnore me. No one offers to help clean up, and even the janitor has started to give me the stink eye.
Rachel Lea Berry is better than this. I'm so much better then this. I'm past wallowing in self pity. I'm going to get my life back. No, actually, I'm going to have a better life. I'm going to make them care about me.
Mckinley High will never know what hit them.
