''Buahahahahahaha! Go man!'' laughed the group of giant football players after one of them theatrically threw a slushy in Rachel's face. They were like a mountain in front of the petit brown-haired girl with a jean skirt and a red T-Shirt. Fortunaly the pink liquid reached only her T-Shirt; the other day she had to change her underwear too. The violent sport apes in red walked shamelessly past her to their lockers, still laughing their asses off.
Rachel opened her locker without a word and took out another T-Shirt to change into. Her expression was straight and blank; no emotions were shown as everyone around her laughed and did nothing to help her.
Noah Puckermann, nicknamed Puck was standing with his football friends at the lockers, smirking at what has happened. It was not him who threw the slushy today – it was someone else from his team and he even did not know his name. But he knew her name.
Rachel Berry!
The school's show freak with straight As and obnoxious voice. Even her words were bigger than her. But still she could do nothing against him and his friends. It was him who started it almost three years ago – the slushy facial, and it was his football team that continued it. He was kind of proud of it.
He knew how to show people know their place; it was only Rachel Berry who did not back down. She got slushied almost every fucking day and was laughed at by everyone – but still, her dancing, acting and singing performances remained. As if nothing ever happened. As if the slushy facials were nothing to worry about. And that was what made him and his friends go on.
She will back down some day.
She will!
''Guys...'' smirked Puck in Rachel's directions and his friends knew that look on his face. Rachel closed her locker and went into the bathroom to change. Everyone still laughed at her.
''I have an idea.'' He looked at them now, already creating his plan. ''I'll tell you today after school on Facebook. I'll send you an invitation for a new group.'' His friends laughed at this. ''This will be fun.'' And they all high-fived and laughed the way out to their classes.
Rachel finally came out of the bathroom, sighing and going with her hand through her now clean hair. The hall was now almost empty and she looked at her watch. ''Still an hour to go.''
She made her way to the library, thinking why the hell she bothered to come to school an hour earlier every day, just to let that happen. ''Oh,'' she thought bitterly. ''because eventually, it would happen and better to take care of myself early and prevent skipping classes...''
Oh yes, she did try to prevent everything to happen, but without success.
The first time it happened, she thought it was an accident.
The second time it happened, she screamed, but the whole hall laughed at her.
The third time it happened, she went to a teacher, but the women told her off and said that she should focus on her studies.
The fourth time it happened, she went to the principal, who just said that next time, she should bring some evidence – her gay dads are lawyers, so she should know how this worked. So yeah, that was the problem. Discrimination from all sides. That is why the fifth time it happened, she kept silent and just changed her clothes.
Rachel was an excellent performer. She took acting, dancing and singing classes after school. The teachers did not really bother with her, although she had excellent grades. It was not that they did not like her - well, they actually just took her for granted – because of her performances the school became kind of famous!
But she was loud and smart and teachers just do not like people who try to teach them – especially not students! Students are here to listen, not to ask; or worse – be smarter! And Rachel was – is like that! So, of course they let the football players do their thing with her – someone has to close her mouth.
Rachel's parents knew what was going on; of course she told them everything; and they were prepared to do something against it. But Rachel just told them not to bother, because once she will be famous, she will use all of the evidence and bring the school down. And in the near future, she really will do it; except that no one knew that yet.
''Few months… Just few months… And then it ends. Just few months and New York will welcome me.''
While thinking, Rachel sat down on a chair in the library, opened her books and started revising for the next class. If she wanted to stand still against her teachers, she had to know everything. If she wanted to escape this school and this town, she had to be better and smarter than everyone. If she wanted to become a star, she had to hold on and go on.
And she will!
She will!