Quinn,

The first time I saw you, we were in 2nd period. You caught my eye, sitting in the back, to the right. There was something about you; I still haven't figured it out. I swore I wouldn't get over Sarah. I swore she was the one; that I was going to spend forever with her. When I saw you that changed. I never meant to fall for you, I swear. I actually hated you at first. I envied your popularity, your perfect face, body, hair, and skin, all of it. I wondered how someone could so beautiful, just sitting there, looking up at the board. I was quick to judge, laughing at your mistakes, because, frankly, it was easier to do that than accept I was falling for you. I tried finding things, to make fun of you for. Of course not to your face, because, I don't want to see you hurt, I worry about you. I spoke to my ex, and she said she wanted nothing to do with me. It hurt less than it should have. I finally realized I was free, I could love you. Or, "crush" on, as I'd admit to my close friends. Days went by, and I'd continue to sit in the back, and stare at you. Well, the back of you, anyway.

Love,

Rachel

Oh, how I loved Mondays. Waking up, and having to crawl out of bed. I like being wrapped up in my blankets, nice and warm. Why can't school start later, or something? I dragged myself around the house, and eventually got ready. I always hated the drive to school, my dad, Leroy, would ask way too many questions. Stupid questions. I'm just tired, I'd say. I mean, that's all. I just wanted to sleep, and sleep. I need my beauty sleep. After all, I AM Rachel Berry, I'm a star. Or so everyone says. I don't really think much, of it. So, I'm unbelievably smart, I get good grades, barely make an effort, but everyone thinks I work so hard. Truth is, I just want to be an artist. Maybe I can paint gold stars for a living. Getting out of the car, is always the worst. You have to walk into that same building, where you go every same day, and it's the same schedule every same week. Oh how I wish I were in my bed. But I'm not, so I suck it up.. Like I do every day.

"Hey, Rach"
It's way too early for this, but I have to be nice.
"Hi, Puck, how are you?" not that I really cared. Not like they care.
Slushied. Again. See, they don't care. I make my way to my locker and grab my extra clothes. And that's when I see Quinn. I get nervous, and start walking fast past her. Hoping she doesn't see me. I seem to think that if she sees me, she'll sense that I'm in love with her and she won't even look at me anymore.

So, let me know what you guys think! Should I keep writing? Or does it suck, and should I stop?