Prologue
My name is Rachel, Rachel Berry. But you wouldn't know that, since I am perhaps the most unpopular girl in the whole school. Only eleven people actually know my name, the rest of the student body, give me their own names, RuPaul, Manhands and slut are a few of their favourites. I am nearly always the victim of a slushy attack, and pornographic images in the girls bathroom. If that wasn't enough I am ridiculed at home too.
My dad's, yes that's right I have two, who are not like what you would assume at all. Not to be homophobic here but my dad's aren't very feminine in their appearance, they aren't the cliché gay man. I think that they did love me in the beginning, but the novelty wore off long ago. I'm now merely a girl they house until I'm eighteen when I can move out. I actually have to pay them rent, as well as do chores, I barely have time to do anything for myself, I used to do myspace video's daily, but now I only do them when my dads are away on vacations, or business trips, if I do it for too long, I give them headaches or they get angry and lash out.
I sighed, I just wanted to be accepted for once in my life. To have someone appreciate me, for me. Glee was the only place where that dream could possibly happen. But after the drama of last year, (what with Noah and Quinn giving their baby to my mother, us not winning Regionals and me and Finn beginning a relationship,) we were struggling to find new blood. If I'm honest I didn't really want new blood, not that they I was afraid they would take away my spotlight, okay maybe I am a little bit, but not for the reason's they think.
If my spotlight was taken away, I would have nothing in my already pathetic world. I'd have nothing to keep me going. I'm not going to lie, but I have over the years contemplated suicide, I've never managed to go through with it, something always stopped me, but sometimes I wonder if I did do it who would even care?