Disclaimer: Of course I don't own Glee, if I did, Brochel wouldn't exist.
Rachel's POV
Okay. New state, new school. Everything's in the past, no more mistakes. As I stare into the floor length mirror; I straighten my plaid skirt and smooth down my hair. I take once last glance at my appearance.
"You can do this Rachel. You can do this." I mutter to myself as I drape my shoulder bag across my shoulder. First day of a new school. This should be...interesting. I quickly hurry out of my room and down the stairs where my dads were waiting.
"Are you ready honey? Now, this is your last chance, you can go to school tomorrow? You don't have to do this if you're not ready." LeRoy said with a concerned face and a gentle pat on my shoulder.
I give my dad a soft smile. "No, daddy. I want to go. I need to get it over with."
With that, both my dads smiled and made their ways outside to the car. I take one last deep breath and follow them shortly.
The car soon stops at William McKinley High School. I can do this. After a quick goodbye and give a hug to both my dads, I find myself alone standing in front of the school, I watch as my dads drive off. Deep breaths Rachel, deep breaths. I walk through the front doors and I'm immediately greeted with a cold, purple liquid slapped onto my face. Great.
"Newbie!" I hear them scream through roars of laughter.
I never expected this to happen so soon. Don't cry Rachel. You're stronger than this. Where's the restroom? Where's anything? The liquid began to burn in my eyes and my vision becomes a blur.
"Hey, are you okay? Come with me." The blurry blonde haired girl,grabs my arm and leads me to a restroom. I rush to the sinks and quickly wash away the liquid, my vision soon becomes clearer. As I look up I see the blonde haired girl, looking at me in concern.
"Here," She says, handing me a paper towel. "Those slushies burn like a bitch. I'm Quinn, Quinn Fabray." She smiles.
"Rachel...Rachel Berry." I smile back at her as I dry my face with the towel. "How would you know? You don't look like a person who gets hit by slushies. Are people here always this mean?"
Quinn lets out a soft chuckle. "No. Not everyone, just the jocks...some Cheerios. And I stopped doing that to people. I haven't thrown a slushie at someone in months. Once I stopped, the jocks and cheerios saw me differently, I was a cheerio, but once you become friends with a disabled, you're deemed 'uncool' by them."
My eyes widen at Quinn. A cheerio turns nice and gets kicked off the team? That's new.
"I'm not a 'mean girl' if that's what you think. I've changed. For the better."
I let out a sigh of relief. Well, at least I'll have one friend.
"I'm guessing you didn't have a good friendship with girls on the cheerleading club in your old school?" Quinn says, as she applies a peach lip gloss on her lips. She must've saw my reactions. Rachel you need to put your guard up. You don't need people being nosy.
"Hey can you help me find my class? History 306?" I say, trying to change the subject as quickly as possible.
"That's my next class. Come on, I'll walk with you." As we leave the restroom, I notice the jocks again standing by the lockers, sneering.
I begin to tense up as we walk pass.
"Newbie and ex-cheerio. What a cute friendship." One of them says, sarcastically,
"Lay off man. Hey Quinn," A guy with a mohawk eye's avert to me. "who's this?"
"Puck, this is Rachel."
"Rachel, my boyfriend, Noah Puckerman."
"Noah." I say, giving him a gentle smile. He must be friendly if he's dating Quinn...right?
"A friend of Quinn's a friend of mine."
"Okay, come on Rachel. Where's your locker?" Quinn says, drifting me away from the jocks.
"I thought you said all jocks were mean?" I say, slightly teasing Quinn.
"Noah's...different." She gushes, "He's so-"
"Hey Quinn, seen Puck?" A tall boy interrupted.
"Over there Finn."
"Thanks," Finn looked at me, "I'm Finn." He said, giving me an adorable smile. Adorable? Wait...what?
"Rachel. Rachel Berry." I say, as I feel my heart race faster and faster. Why is my heart racing? What's going on? What's wrong with me?
"Are you okay?" Finn says, putting his hand on my shoulder.
I quickly shrug it off. "We should...get to history Quinn." I say, pulling her arm as I walk forward.
"Nice meeting you Rachel!" My heart races even more as I hear him say my name. Ugh. When did I become such a girl. I'm letting my guard down. No. Rachel.
The day went on at a slow pace. Another lesson another of my life wasted.
As I walk out of the class, I find myself lost. I should keep walking, I'll find my way eventually. I turn to the left at the corner where I notice the name on the door... 'Choir Room'. I feel myself tense up. Don't cry Rachel. You've done enough of that. I feel myself being compelled to walk towards the piano. No. This is the reason I moved from Florida to Ohio. The choir room. Suddenly, the room became smaller...and smaller. I began to feel light-headed as tears began to form in my eyes. I struggle to find the exit as I bump into Finn.
"Whoa, Rachel? Are you okay?" He says with concern plastered over his face.
Aw. He's so sweet. "I'm fine, Finn. I just need to go." I finally find the exit of the choir room.
I press my forehead on a locker nearby, as I try to calm myself down. First days are always bad.
Okay...So...yeah. That was the first chapter.. Sorry if this chapter was boring, I didn't want to get into Rachel's past too soon plus, I still need to figure out her past, I have an idea, but I don't know if it would pan out the way I want. Hm. Anyway! Thank you for reading/favouriting/following/reviewing in advance(if you do)! Also, I've never had a slushie thrown at me, so I assume it burns...hahaha.