[Sorry if this is a little out ooc, first Glee fic, R&R please! :) ]
So, my first day, does it always feel like this? I sigh in front of the long mirror that showed off my dark legs that were coupled with a pair of black leather army like boots that met twinned to end about two or three inches above my ankles. I wore black tights that hugged my skin snug as the bottom of my two piece leotard, covered by short neon blue shorts like the kids back home used to wear and my long sleeve off the shoulder gray hoodie that read CATS, the last production I was in before this Lima Bean place. Besides all that, I had a strikingly bright white scarf on, a blue saggy hat that matched my shorts and sunglasses, oh yeah; it was thirty degree's outside. Mid January and it was thirty degree's out, this would never work in Arizona. My tan skin that originated from a central mix of African American and Native American descent stood out like a traffic light as I stepped outside of the new house and into the new town. Lima, what the hell was that anyway? I threw the duffle bag for dance into the back of my new car, which was one of the better changes of this big move. I was the last of the great James family, all my siblings had been off to college and my parents were virtually never home, doctors, cant live with or without them.
My name? Kira James, sixteen and a junior at this McKinley High School, sounded lame, looked lame, hell it even smelled lame, but the kids were good, as I was told, but that was just rubbish. The Indian man that led the school looked at me with hungry eyes, a new promising student, more like a promising profit. Pulling out of the driveway, the suburbia was almost too desolate to assume there was even school, and yet, the sun peeked over the horizon as a bus came whizzing my way. Before she would just walk to school, so much for a good morning exercise.
I had to tame my big curly hair into a hair tie at the back of my head, but it was too much and broke on the drive to school, day couldn't get any better right? Ripping off the hat, I shook my head at a stop light and let the shiny black/brown curls run wild, it was still pretty I guess, but personally I could have preferred something else. As the high schoolers pilled in from all directions, it took me five minutes to fin a space at the back of the parking lot where the walk to and from the front door would give me enough time to observe my surroundings. Before getting out, I quickly braided the side of my hair back and let the rest hang loosely to the left; it looked cute enough I guess. After fiddling with my clothes for a few more moments, I took off from the bright red convertible, a bit vintage but that's the way I liked it.
As soon as my body hit the pavement, all eyes were locked, and not in a flattering way. It was more like, why was she dressed like that, and what hair she has! Like I said not flattering at all, and it seemed the cat calls and distant yells from afar were normal, well not for this Arizona native. Her head snapped tot eh right as sounds of fear echoed from around the school, blatantly obvious, yet it fell on deaf ears. Frowning rather quickly, my body moved almost too quickly to find a nerd-like creeper being swung back and forth between two large jocks, and it didn't look like a courteous ride either. If it wasn't just the actions that unfolded between my eyes, it was the numerous people that carelessly passed by, the commotion blatantly obvious to any angle. Just as his body was ready to become the topping to a weekends worth of trash, it was too late for me to stop myself. "Hey! Let him go, meatheads!" My small body literally sprinted to grab the boys arm before he could enter the large bin but a large, dark body stepped in front of me and away the boy went.
"Oh hey pretty lady, nothing to see here so just move ya fine ass on in the school." I was being cirled by other boys and the one that was thrown, well he scurried off faster than I could have even reached him, was this normal? I scoffed in the football player's face, an agitated smirk playing across my caramel skin.
"Where do you get off doing shit like – "
As he tried to grab my arm for a reason I didn't care to ponder on, my knee automatically snapped up to his crotch. He let out a cracked voice that streamed a stream of profanity, mostly at me. "Don't. Interrupt me." I couldn't have seen it coming but a guy from behind had me by the throat, no mercy in my lack of oxygen, as Azimio, a name I came to hear from one of the asses from behind, collected his senses, a pissed off and menacing look in his eyes almost truly frightened me.
"I think this newbie needs to learn a lesson, your lucky I'm a Christian and I don't hit girls." I spit in his face, his words disgusting me beyond a point that I didn't know existed.
"How dare you proclaim such a title so unworthy of your sorry ass!" A slap was sent across my face and blood spilled over my tongue.
"Ugly slut, betas watch who you talkin' to, I run this shit!
"And I bet your sugar-daddy run you good too, but we're not caring about that either, right?" This time it was a punch, so much for being Christian, if her cheek didn't hurt so much, she'd laugh. The grip around my throat only grew tighter, the sunlight was beginning to dim and whatever Azimio was yelling at this point fell on deaf ears, it wasn't until the jock from behind dropped me limp to the ground that all senses, and pain, came crashing back with full force. As I coughed harder and harder, air filling my lungs humbly, a kick was sent to my stomach, another remark, then footsteps, faint footsteps. "Nice meeting you boys!" I coughed out, trying to rise to my feet without screaming, that was a hard ass kick.
I sighed, well, the first day was always the best right? The inward joke made my insides chuckle but no sound was made as the warning bell was sounded and I walked almost sluggishly to the front door. Best. Day Ever.
IAMALINE
", are you alright?" asked the Indian man as I entered his office, half smiles and hand at my side.
"Ah ya'no, slipped on some ice is all. It isn't important honestly..." I didn't feel like dealing with it to be honest.
"He could read my uninterested eyes and sighed, maybe this man was smarter than I thought. "If you so wish, Ms. James. Now, for your classes. It seems that your home town was a little ahead of us in you course work for this semester so as we close out this year with us you'll only need to complete your math and science classes as required and the rest well. Electives, lots of electives." He chuckled but it wasn't very funny at all, really how the hell do these people make do?
"So you're saying I'm not really doing anything here?"
"Exactly."
"So…?"
"Pick a few electives, try some new hobbies, don't ask me..."
I sighed, the disinterest returning. "Alright then..." So after a few minutes, it turned out like this basically: Choir, science, dance, math, P.E, English, office Aide. I like reading so why not throw in an extra little English course here and there, right?
"Welcome to McKinley High School!"
Fuck you…
IAMALINE
Well besides my incredibly boring day, I as glad to finally be over with it and actually explore the school a little more. Touching the bruise on my face I was beginning to wonder why stay at all? I was assaulted on the first day; my classes were pretty mediocre on a scale of one to one thousand; and aside from all the hot guys she saw, all she could focus on was staying away from that Azimio kid.
"Hey ho, we been lookin for you!" echoed from down the hall, it was loud, proud, and something the new kid was never supposed to hear. She had been shooting that nerd evil looks all day for abandoning her, hell he should feel bad.
3RDPERSONPOV
Kira turned around only to catch a football that was blatantly aimed for her nose, "Are you kidding me?" she screamed down the hall, was this ever going to end.
"I'm gonna make you my bitch for the next few months newbie, you can run but you can't hide, ho!" And she did run, somewhere, anywhere. She heard steps behind her, they weren't too far behind and it made her disgusted in herself to feel this slow. She wasn't scared. She wasn't scared. She wasn't scared. She was anxious. She was so ready to fight them, so ready to defend herself, and yet, it was her first day, and that doesn't look food for college. Gotta hide. She searched for a way out, or at least a way in, luckily her size allowed her to travel fast and light but with her loud boots, loosing them would be touch. Curse her long hair too, along with her loud ass boots and slowness. Just as she saw a refuge, a teacher, people, her head was shoved against that very door. "Where you goin ho, I should tear dat ass up right here!" His ugly voice and insufferably breathe screamed in her year.
Fuck! You!" She screamed right back and elbowed him in the eye, taking the chance to grab the door handle when he let go of her hair and hurry into the room, and just as she was ready to slam it against his face strong long arms locked her from the action, pulling her back as she fought the body. "LET GO! LEMME RIP HIS ASSHOLE OUT AND FORCE FEED IT TO HIM! JUST TRY ME, YOU UGLY SON-OF-A-BITCH!" He was screaming things right back at her just as bad, a whole club and a teacher holding the both of them back. Some of the guys apparently knew him but the teacher finally got him out of the room, all faces red and adrenaline pumped high and dry. When the room finally got quiet enough to hear Azimio beat lockers back down the hall Kira was released, well, more like she snatched her arms away from the tall body behind her and sighed, raising her arms above her head to cool off. Cool, just calm down Kira, just cool... She thought to herself but the teacher had approached her fast, worry on his face, serious and strong. Kira opened her eyes, still frowning but at least she wasn't screaming anymore. Everyone in the room noticed the blood coming out of her mouth and spilling down her chin, the large, dark, and swollen bruise on her cheek, faint marks on her neck and bump on her forehead. Yeah. Best day ever.
"Are you alright?" The question pissed her off all over again.
"What the hell kind of school is this? I help a kid and get jumped in the parking lot and noooobody cares? I can't even take decent classes here! Everyone ignores everything that goes wrong in this school! I nearly get raped in the damn hall and you ask if I'm alright? Hell no." Her voice was almost a whisper on that last fragment and the room grew quiet again, droning on for nearly five minutes before anyone can respond, Kira suddenly regretting her words."Look.I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you guys it's just. I just moved here and this wasn't exactly what I was expecting from a town names Lima..." A chuckle here and there made her feel better and eased the tension just a bit.
The teacher half heartedly smirked and extended his hand to the girl, "Um, well I'm Mr. Schuster and this is the Glee club.
"And we were practicing..." A high pitched voice whispered from behind her but she chose to ignore it before something else began, but a soft, "Ow!" sufficed any of those thoughts.
"Um...Kira James, I'm new, sorry for interrupting you guys." She apologized as she shook the hand but Schuster shook his head and let his hand fall from hers.
"No need to apologize, I think you had quite the justification."
"Who the hell does that fatass think he is beating up a girl anyway!" A tenor male voice rang from behind and she turned around to see some pretty pissed faces.
"So you guys know him..?"
"Yeah." A tan guy mumbled from the corner, his fists tight in agitation, "Trust me your not the first…" He was probably the one holding her too, he looked strong, and then again Kira wasn't much to fight with sometimes.
"Don't feel special, Azimio is just an ass with a short temper." A saucy Latina chimed in with her arms crossed as she sat next to the tan boy.
Her words made Kira chuckle, "And no one reports this guy, at all?"
A boy, Finn as someone came to call him earlier, shrugged angrily, "It's normal..." She could tell right then and there that he was a real dumbass too, but she'd let it slide for now.
"Well it shouldn't be." Kira and Mr. Shuster said at the same time, and without acknowledging each other for the parallel reaction. Kira sighed, trying to let the anger fade from her for the time being, "So uh, what do you guys do in here?"
"We sing." An Asian boy said in a clear apathetic tone. He was quiet, but she had seen him in the struggle, but as things died down he seemed to sport some kind of poker face that kept her from reading him whatsoever. This frustrated her.
"Uh-huh. Like a choir, right?" he cheeky black haired girl in the front scoffed with her arms folded and annoyance spread clear and apparent on her face, only for Kira though.
"A show choir, we are so above just standing around with nothing to do." Once again, Kira ignored her, at least the last part of her sentence anyway. "Can you sing?" It was hardly an appropriate question for the moment and physical condition of Kira but she let her patience keep her from ripping this girl's hair out, but dirty looks were sent her way.
Kira shrugged, "I can carry a tune I guess."
"Show us."
"Rachel!" A black girl in the back yelled, all sassy and ghetto as can be, but she was classy, and that was good.
Kira chuckled, "Sure I guess." Mr. Shuster touched Kira's shoulder in worry but before he could ask anything at all Kira began singing loud and clear, a voice big and fuller than anything anyone expected at that very moment. She felt the hand leave her shoulder as the music flowed from her mouth.
Why is everything with you-o so complica~ted!
Why do you make it hard to love you oh I, ha~te it!
Cause if I really wanna be alone I,
Would throw my hands up cause baby I tried,
Everything with you is so complica~ted, oh why?
She began with Rhianna's latest song complicated and unless you bought her LOUD album, you probably didn't even know what it was. The band off to the side was shaken but not forgotten, letting the music, accompanied and all release what tension was left, Kira even showing off a few dance moves as she popped a few fancy moves at the back beat when it snapped in and out of the song.
You're not easy to love,
You're not easy to love, no!
When she looked up from the floor her eyes locked with that of the Asian kids, and in that moment they seemed to understand each other so much more than anyone in the world, as if just by happenstance their souls would collide if not for the hard pat on her back from a cheeky Mr. Shuster. She snapped from her fixation on this stranger only to smile and since at the same time, looking back to the boy across the room, he was already looking away. The Asian girl at his right was now fixed on Kira like a queen bee of her precious hive, oh yes those two were dating. As she was accepted quickly by the impressed group of fellow artists, they all introduced themselves and she couldn't help but smirk when she shook the hand of Mike Chang, resident pop, lock, and dropper. Besides the goofy cheeky grins between the two, and the interested bunch around them, Kira couldn't help but notice the sour faces of Rachel and Tina, each handshake extra tight and unnecessarily rigid and forceful.
Oh, and her car was keyed, just great.
Best. Day. Ever.