DISCLAMIRER I OWN NOTHING DO YOU HEAR ME NOTHING this is the rantings of a woman writing at 4 in the moring and my first story so try not to flame so much I OWN
"Rachel do you have a song for us today". Asked Mr. Schue. This week's topic was about how you really feel about glee after another glist type thing. "Of course she does she always has something to say about how sad and pathetic she is. god man hands get over it no one cares". Says Satan. Rachel chose to ignore it because honestly it didn't fade her any more. What was that saying about ducks and water well any ways that was what she thought of all of them water rolling off my back they didn't matter soon shed be rich and famous and can laugh at their sad pathetic little lives "Yes Mr. Schue this song shows my DEEPEST feeling about all of you".
If I'm a bad person, you don't like me
Well, I guess I'll make my own way
It's a circle, a mean cycle
I can't excite you anymore
Where's your gavel? Your jury?
What's my offense this time?
You're not a judge but if you're gonna judge me
Well, sentence me to another life
she knew that the only reason that the glee club kept her around was because of her voice and even that only made every one pissed but who were they to judge her they were not judges nor was she on a trial but if she was she would ask for another life were she was normal and had a mom who wanted her
Don't wanna hear your sad songs
I don't wanna feel your pain
When you swear it's all my fault
'Cause you know we're not the same
No, we're not the same, oh, we're not the same
She hated hearing there woe is me stories it might look like she had a fine life, she was such a great actress that she almost fooled herself, almost, but she was bullied since first grade and slushied since middle school. The fact that she hasn't snapped amazed her
We're the friends who stuck together
We wrote our names in blood
But I guess you can't accept that the change is good
It's good, it's good
Well, you treat me just like another stranger
Well, it's nice to meet you, sir
I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out
You treat me just like another stranger
Well, it's nice to meet you, sir
I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out
Ignorance is your new best friend
Ignorance is your new best friend
Though it's not completely there fault they were stuck in their ignorance like flies in a spider's web. She never let on or said anything so they must have thought it didn't matter. Not a lot of people know this but Quinn Santana and Brittney were her kind of friends throughout elementary school keeping her somewhat protected from the bulling but that didn't last once middle school happen and we went our separate ways they went to cheerleading and I went to music
This is the best thing that could've happened
Any longer and I wouldn't have made it
It's not a war, no, it's not a rapture
I'm just a person but you can't take it
The same tricks that, that once fooled me
They won't get you anywhere
I'm not the same kid from your memory
Well, now I can fend for myself
When she saw Finn she remembered ever kind word and look and declarations of love and wondered when she became so naïve and stupid and so… so Brittney. She thought it was repulsing that she was played easily into his tricks and declarations of love. Now she saw him for what he was a horrible snake in the grass, a man who seemed to live off of other people's pain and misery
Don't wanna hear your sad songs
I don't wanna feel your pain
When you swear it's all my fault
'Cause you know we're not the same
No, we're not the same, oh, we're not the same
This song was her totally. She had Noah to thank for it. After everything happened, Quinn, Beth, and our incredibly brief relationship he was a little nicer to her. They weren't friends but close enough for her to consider him that. If you told her that freshman year she would asked what hospital you came from cause there was no way she would talk to him since he started the whole slushing business
Yeah, we used to stick together
We wrote our names in blood
But I guess you can't accept that the change is good
It's good, it's good
She found some friends in Damien Phillip Kenny and Butters (and yes that was his favorite SP character way do you ask) and told her that what she was doing was more harmful then helpful and that no one in the glee club respected or liked her so why stay in a club full of people who made her feel like crap so why bother. Thank god for small miracles right
Well, you treat me just like another stranger
Well, it's nice to meet you, sir
Well, I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out
You treat me just like another stranger
Well, it's nice to meet you, sir
Well, I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out
She took out a lighter and a box in the box was pictures of her and the glee club she took out her favorite picture of her Finn and light it on fire put it back in the box and put it in the trash
Ignorance is your new best friend
Ignorance is your new best friend
Ignorance is your new best friend
Ignorance is your new best friend
Well, you treat me just like another stranger
Well, it's nice to meet you, sir
Well, I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out
You treat me just like another stranger
Well, it's nice to meet you, sir
I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out
After a moment os shocked silence Finn asked "Rachel what the HELL was that" . "Consider this my way of saying that the Rachel you knew is dead and gone and glee club just lost its heart. Sorry Mr. Schue". And with a dramatic turn and hair flick she stormed out for last time and she was correct gone was the Rachel they knew and in came a quitter happier Rachel who's defended her self. She was no longer slushied. And seemed to not notice the glee club the people she called friends for 2 years and honestly they missed her but if they tried to talk to her she just looked and laughed or her friends told them to oh so politely told them to fuck off. The glee club missed her but they could never change her mind they learned how to live without her and might have been made better or something for it but fate is fate and only fate knows all the twisting turns a life could take
I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out
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