A/N: So I might have a bit of a writers block for Love that Man because all the sudden nothing came to me, and then this did. I pictured what Mary (character in Love that Man) would be like if she lived in Lima and she was going to McKinley say her junior year? And that it would go along the lines of new season of Glee? I don't know where this story is going, but I can tell that it might be interesting. So dear readers who are probably scoffing at my stupidity, ENJOY.

Disclaimer: Ryan Murphy is a bitch and stole Glee from me, and I no longer own it.

It was the first day at her new high school and boy, was Mary Franken scared shitless.

You could say that she was known, but still invisible. She wasn't popular but she wasn't exactly a loser. She was athletic, but only to an certain extent. She was very quiet and usually kept to herself apart from her past classmates. She was taller than most girls her age, reason being that they were all short migits. She stuck out like a sore thumb in her old school somewhat, but not enough to attract any attention.

But this isn't my old school that we're dealing with anymore, she thought as was getting ready for her day, no, this is a new school, with new people, I can do this.

You could say that she was fairly smart, always receiving amazing grades. People rarely liked her, because she always ended up being caught in the middle of the current high school drama. But now it's different somehow, and it's going to change this year.

You know how your parents always tell you, 'You're your own person, be who you want to be,' and blah. Blah. Blah. She wanted change. Even though she kept to herself, she didn't like it. Being in a small town like Lima, you could easily make a name for yourself if you really tried. Mary knew this very well. And she was going to do just that.

As she put the last finishing touches, she glanced in the mirror to gaze at her reflection. She was dressed in denim skinny jeans, paired with a simple and plain, white V-neck, paired along with beaded pink earrings that were almost as big as her palms. She had bought make up the week before (give the girl a break, she's trying to get noticed and stand out) and barely knew how to use, but she had put in on a certain point. Her parents had gotten her a straightner as a late birthday present, so her blonde hair looked sleek and not in its usual unruly state.

Her eyes teared up a bit, but not enough to ruin the makeup, god, I hate that I look this way, this isn't me, this is just ugh-, her self confidence was really eating up on her insides.

"Mary Elizabeth, you are going to be late if you don't get down here so you can leave, and you don't want to be late for your first day. Be lucky that I bothered to make your lunch," her mom yelled from the downstairs kitchen. "I'm coming, just give me 5 more minutes," she replied as she slipped on her black 'designer' shoes.

Her mother had gotten a new job, not too long ago, in between Lima and some place called Westerville. So her parents had decided to move their family into Lima. More like Cow-ville if you ask me. She chuckled softly at her own joke and then faintly remembered seeing a coffee shop down the road to where her new school was. I'd rather be nice and happy to people and make a good first impression, instead of being ungrateful and grumpy. Try acting like I want to be here.

And she couldn't believe that her own mother had bothered to buy such things, who even needs designer shoes? She thought as she slipped on the other shoe, especially someone in high school? Especially, someone who has no sense in style whatsoever? She scoffed at her mother's inability for being able to 'resist' the need to buy something.

She picked up her bags, and she took one last look into the mirror, then turned and sighed as she walked down the hallway to the stairs. She walked into the kitchen and saw a note attached to a bag and money placed with it.

"Have a great first day, I love you! Mom," it read. I grabbed my keys and went out to my car.

Here I come McKinley. Ready or not.

Most definitely not ready.

You know they say that reviews are good for the heart. But I honestly want an opinion on this. Should I even bother continuing this? I don't even know what Im doing anymore. Okay bye.

Love, Dwimmer-Crafty.