This is a new story so let me know what you all think. I love hearing from you all. I had originally thought of this type of story and then aussiegleek18 gave me a prompt to do it also.
My name is Rachel Barbara Berry and this year is my second year at high school. I have a great feeling about this year.
I turn away from my locker and get slushied, "Loser!" the jocks shout at me.
Why would they start the new school year any different than any other?
Mr Schue left at the end of last year to go and teach performing arts in some New York high school, I wonder who the new teacher will be they must of hired one in because no teacher here agrees with the glee club.
I clean myself off and now I am going to glee club.
I walk in and take my usual seat, front row and right in the centre. I look around and realise that I am unusually late seeing as most of the club are already there.
First off there is Santana she's a bitch but I respect her for it.
Then there's Quinn who was pregnant last year and then gave up her baby for adoption, she is still the head bitch in charge though no matter what Santana thinks.
Next up there is Brittany, most people say that she is dumb but she really isn't what she says is all true and most of it is logical. She is also an amazing dancer.
Mercedes is the black diva of the club and says that every performance needs some chocolate thunder, I sometimes wonder about that girl.
Kurt is the gay diva of the club and likes to challenge me for solos, like last year he tried to challenge me for defying gravity I'm sorry that is just not acceptable.
Finn is Quinn's boyfriend and the father of the child they gave up, he is goofy and is the leading male of the club.
Tina faked a stutter last year and is now much more confident than what she used to be.
Artie is in a wheelchair but his rapping skills are amazing.
Blaine is Kurt's boyfriend and has been for like ever.
Finally there's Mike whose dancing skills are amazing and is Brittany's leading man in the dance numbers.
Everyone is sitting and chatting while we wait for our new teacher to arrive.
He walks through the door and I turn my attention to him and I like what I see.
He has a Mohawk which should look stupid and it would on every other guy in the world but not him, he has tanned skin and hazel eyes. He is well built and looks like he is a rough around the edges kind of guy. His look is smoldering and boy would I love a piece of that. Shut up Rachel.
"Hello, New Directions my name is Mr Puckerman put you can all call me Puck," he introduces himself and I find myself wishing I could know his real name so that I could call him by that instead.
He teaches the lesson and I hardly pay attention because his looks are distracting me.
The bell goes signalling the end of the day and I rush out so that I can get home and take care of the ache that has been between my legs since I clapped eyes on Mr Puckerman.
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