That was a really nice thing for the warblers to do for single people out there, Rachel thought to herself. A tear escaped from her eyes as she thought what Finn said to her or more like didn't say to her. He didn't see fireworks. That hurt true... but it's not like she felt fireworks when they kissed. But it's hard you know? When the love of your life blatantly says he didn't see anything when he kissed you. A little dazed by her own thoughts, Rachel Berry forgot to see the stop sign in front of her. She kept on walking and then there was a light and then a scream.

Rachel lightly woke up to the beeping of her alarm. I mean seriously why does it keep beeping and why can't I really stretch my hands and switch it off. Today was the first day of sophomore year. She has been trying almost all freshman year to fire that Ryerson. That man is confirmedly a closeted gay and it's about time someone knows that he keeps molesting that poor boy. She slowly opened her eyes. Instead of finding her starry sky on the roof of her room, she found a plain white roof. There was music playing somewhere and Rachel recognized it as "My man" from funny girl. She glanced to the sides and found that she was connected to IV tubes and heart monitors. Ok this is not her room. She saw her papa sitting next to her sleeping.

"Papa?" she whispered her voice a little sore. Her papa on instinct woke up and had a surprised look on his face.

"Rachela!" he cried, his voice filled with happiness. Rachel simply didn't understand. The last thing she could remember is walking down the street opposite to her house and almost getting hit by huge truck.

"Papa, why am I in a hospital. I have to get ready for my first day of sophomore year remember?"

"Rachela, what are you talking about? You are in junior year darling." Her papa's voice was a little shocked. What the heck? She is saying the truth, high school is important no matter who is bullying her. She needs to get through good education to be awesome in Broadway.

"Papa I'm serious. Remember I told you today is the day I'm gonna get Mr. Ryerson fired because he was molesting..." Rachel tried as much as she could to talk.

"Rachel, what year do you think this is?" Her papa's voice is a little afraid.

"2009. Stop playing papa!" Rachel said a little annoyed.

"What did you say?" Her papa a little shaken at the thought of 2009.

"Um... 2009?"