So obviously the week that I loose internet is the week that I successfully rid myself of writers' block. *rolls eyes* But I have the wonder that is the internet back now, so I can finally publish! =D
This is literally just a drabble, and is actually way more angsty than my usual stuff, but I think the fluff at the end makes up for it. ^_^ Please do read and review!
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of the characters, as disappointing as that may be.
Dear Diary,
I can't do it. Why do I put up with these people? They bully me and abuse me, with fists and words and I don't know why I do it. Even my so called friends in Glee club. All I did was suggest some glitter and sequins and what do they do? They frickin freak out. I mean, they could use a little femininity. Look at them! Puck has worn the same shirt for five consecutive days and Finn, bless him, is wearing a cut of jeans utterly unsuited to his shape. Anyway... Something has to give. The boys have sent me off to investigate our rival school - Dalton Academy for Boys. It's all very private school and dapper, blazers and ties, that kind of thing. I bet they aren't apposed to a little sparkle in life. A year ago I would've been nervous about walking into that alien school tomorrow, but now... It's like I've given up hope. What's the point in being scared anymore? It doesn't make them pick on me less. If I just stand there, and fade them out, they go away faster. Whether I glue myself to the walls or walk down the centre of the corridor, head held high, they'll find me. So I might as well go out with a little pizazz.
I've got to try and come up with a outfit to imitate the Dalton uniform for tomorrow. I'll stick out whatever I do - that's the least McKinley's taught me. But I'm going to put the effort in anyway. I don't understand why everyone's so ignorant in this town. I mean, has no one realised that maybe equality might be a good thing? No, of course they haven't. Because they're all 'the sanctity of marriage' and 'preying on our children'. The idiots. I just want to shake them, but I wouldn't risk my nails for the likes of them.
All I want is a glimmer of hope. A spark in the darkness my life is embroiled in. I can't do this anymore. I need a light.
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Dear Diary,
Today... today I met Blaine Anderson. And I really think he is my light.
