Chapter 1


Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.


Author's note: The story's in Quinn's P.O.V., and Quinn's not in a wheelchair.


9: 30AM- Morning Glee Club

" Murder. Happens to millions of people everyday, whether it's homicide or suicide. The Second Amendment permits the possession of arms if one has a license. Would you get a gun if you had the permit? Would you enjoy the feeling of having someone's life hanging off your fingertips?" Mr. Shuester questioned.
" Mr. Shue, I think you've finally lost it," Mercedes wise-cracked.
" No, I haven't lost it. In the long series of school shootings happening across America, it's best to inform you of all the dangers of having easy access to guns."
" But how likely is a school shooting to happen at McKinley?" I asked. It isn't likely for anything to happen here, I mean, the worst that's really happened are the slushy attacks that the hockey players plant regularly.
" How likely is it for one to bring a gun to school and shoot someone?" Mr. Shue retaliated. " And in most cases, the driving force of school shootings is bullying."
At that, the bell rung, and we were dismissed.
" Rachel!" I called. She's been a little " off" lately. I don't know, usually she's striving for solos and and preppy and everything, but lately, she's been keeping to herself.
" Yeah, Quinn?" she asked.
" What's going on? You've been out of it, lately."
" Oh, nothing," she replied, sulking.
" Well, it seems like something's wrong; you're not your usual self."
"'What's that supposed to mean? I'm perfectly fine!" With that, Rachel stormed off with a huff. I don't understand her sometimes. I really try, but I just don't.


11: 45- Lunchtime

Luckily, everyone in the glee club has this lunch period on Tuesdays.
" Rachel, Eat!" I commanded. She's really starting to worry me.
" I'm just not hungry." She reasoned. " I'm going to use the bathroom," She then excused and left.
" Dudes, I think she has an eating disorder," Artie stated.
" That's unlikely, though. I saw her eating a bagel this morning, and I stayed with her the rest of the morning." Finn claimed.
" Maybe she's being bullied?" Kurt asked, jumping in on the conversation. " I mean, she's not the most liked student, and she's an inmate of fashion. It's a reasonable guess," He finishes.


1: 25- Afternoon Glee Club

" Okay. So we have everybody hear exempt for Rachel. Where did she go? Wasn't she here earlier?" Mr. Shue inquired.
" Yes, but she went to the bathroom after lunch. She just has a stomach ache." I lied. I went to go check on her five minutes before lunch ended, but she wasn't there. She wasn't in the nurses office, either."
Mr. Figgins at that moment came on the intercom, " This is a lockdown. This is not a drill. Everybody get into a sealed room immediately, shut the lights, lock your doors, close your blinds, and sit under your desks. Stay quiet. The police are in their way." Oh my goodness. We don't have desks in the choir room, so we have to line up against the wall that has the two exits on it. Where's Rachel? Suddenly, I heard a loud 'bang' noise. Must have been a gun.
" Did anybody hear that?" I hissed.
" Hear what?" Mr. Shue asked.
" I heard a-" I silenced myself as I heard the door knob jiggle. We were all so scared our breathing was terribly audible, so we tried to muffle them our best. Then the door opened, and someone walked in. It was Rachel.
" Rachel! Lock the door and sit. Wait, how did you get in?" Mr Shue started. Rachel didn't move.
" Sit down!" Mr. Shue demanded.
Again, Rachel didn't move an inch.
" Rachel, I am warning you. Sit down or you will be suspended for the minimum of a week." Mr. Shue threatened. Rachel then reached into her pocket, and pointed a gun at Mr. Shue.