(For Luke, just imagine young James Franco)
Luke POV
"Luke, get up!" My fraternal twin, Rachel yelled at me, trying to shake me awake.
"Five more minutes, Rach. I barely got any sleep." I said, flipping over and putting my face into my pillow.
I'm Luke Corcoran, the short Jewish girl is my twin sister Rachel.
We just moved to Lima, Ohio from California. We moved to Lima, when our mom, Shelby, died.
She had a one night stand with some asshole, who left her the week he found out that she was pregnant, leaving her to raise two of the greatest kids ever. Skip around 17 years later, and here we are.
Rachel and I were born in Australia, near Gold Coast, we lived there until we were nine. Then we moved to New York, when Mom was offered a new job. We stayed there until we were eleven, then moved to San Diego. For some odd reason, Rachel lost her accent, while I kept still of traces of it.
It reminded me of my roots, and I didn't want to lose that part of myself.
Me? I'm essentially a young James Franco, unruly brown hair, piercing brown eyes, and a bit of a bad boy. Rachel had the same brown eyes, brown hair combo I have, but she was anything but a bad girl. She's a stickler for rules, but was occasionally willing to break the rules.
"Luke, you've gotta get up." Rachel said, brushing her teeth. "Will already left, and you're driving."
"Crap!" I said, rolling out of my bed. I hit the cold, hardwood floor. And saw Rachel's pristinely clean, white socks.
"Here are some jeans." Rachel said, tossing a pair of faded, dark wash jeans at me.
"Thanks Rach." I said, hugging her quickly and grabbing my glasses.
"I made you some Eggo, it's in the microwave." Rachel said, as I pulled on a white shirt and a grey crew neck sweatshirt.
I sprinted downstairs, fell on the way, but got back up to get to sweet, buttery goodness. To most, they were known as Eggo Waffles.
I popped the microwave open, grabbed syrup and took the waffles to-go. Also known as folding the waffles in half with syrup in them, and downing them in 5 seconds- my record time.
"Rach, where's my toothbrush?" I asked frantically,
"In your bathroom, idiot." Rachel answered as I brushed my teeth like I was going to the dentist. If you haven't done that before, it basically means getting toothpaste all over my chin.
"Shit, I need to shave." I said, glancing at the mirror. I ran a hand through my hair, trying to control the mess on top of my head and decided to forgo shaving. McKinley High would have to deal with stubble today.
"I'm downstairs, you ready?" Rachel asked, as I grabbed my phone and keys from my nightstand.
"Yuppo." I said, sliding down the banister, for extra speed.
"Good job Luke," Rachel said, walking to my car.
I drive an all black Jeep named Betty, and she is my baby. Mom gave her to me for our birthday, and Rachel got to meet her idol, Barbra Streisand. Rachel aspired to be exactly like Barbra, when she wasn't shoving Funny Girl songs down my throat, she was dancing.
"Don't want to be late on our first day." I smirked at Rachel, revving Betty's engine.
"Turn right, hang a left at the stop sign, and we're there." Rachel said, telling me the directions Will gave her.
Once we got there, it was like out of a movie scene. You know, when the new, hot kids get out of their nice car, with the wind blowing at them? It was exactly like that.
Rachel and I walked to the front office together, and didn't stop getting stared at.
"Luke and Rachel Corcoran." Principal Figgins, a small Indian man said, shaking my hand.
"That's us." Rachel said with a bright smile on her face.
"Advanced classes for both of you? Very impressive." Mr. Figgins said, smiling.
"Um, thank you. Can we get, like, a tour guide or something?" I asked, awkwardly rubbing the back of my neck.
"Brittany S. Pierce and Finn Hudson. Some of the most well connected students at McKinley." Figgins said, as his secretary called them to his office.
A pretty blonde girl, with her hair pulled tightly into a ponytail and a cheerleading uniform walked in with a tall, guy with a varsity jacket. As he eyed Rachel, I stepped in front of her protectively, and Rachel stepped back.
"Luke, it's fine. He's nothing like him." Rachel said, making me more relaxed.
Rachel went towards Finn, so that left me with Brittany. "Hey, I'm Luke."
I offered her a warm smile, and she returned it with a kind one.
"Your voice is where koalas are from." Brittany pointed out,
"Yeah, I'm from Australia." I said,
Brittany grabbed my hand, and swung it.
"This is my class, so I'll see you later," Brittany leaned in towards me, and hugged me tightly.
Well damn, the girl was pretty strong. Like, Jesus, she gave bone crushing hugs.
I went towards my locker,145, and saw a tall Asian guy.
"Hey, do you know where Mrs. Hagberg's geometry class is?"
"Yeah, I'll show you. I'm Mike Chang, by the way." The guy said, walking with me to a classroom, just a little ways from the bathroom.
"This is the class." Mike said with a sigh,
"Mr. Chang, you're late, I had expected more from you." Mrs. Hagberg said, with a disapproving face.
"Sorry, I was showing the new kid around." Mike said, sitting down.
"I'm Luke," I said, flashing a smile at her.
A couple girls laughed in the back, one pointed at me, a blonde. A brunette laughed at her.
"Alright, sit next to Santana." She pointed to the beautiful brunette cheerleader,
When I was walking back, I stumbled, but quickly caught myself. "I'm Luke."
"Santana." The brunette said, turning back to her blonde friend.
I went back to Brittany's class, and saw Santana and her blonde friend coming around the corner.
Brittany walked out, and grabbed my hand
"You should sit with me and my friends." Brittany said, guiding me towards the cafeteria
"Britt, I wouldn't want to get in the way or anything. I'll probably just hang out on the football field or rsomething." I answered, Brittany was popular, so I guess that gave me some protection from the Neanderthals that went to this school.
Brittany waved to Santana," You're not going to. I promise. Guys, this is my koala friend, Luke."
"Yeah, I met him in geometry." Santana answered,
"I'm Quinn." The blonde that spoke to Santana introduced herself.
"C'mon Lukey, it's lunch time." Brittany said, grabbing my hand pulling me towards the cafeteria.
"Right, Britt." I said, inhaling the combination of tater tots and teenagers who have clearly never heard of showering.
I went towards the lunch line, but Brittany pulled me towards her lunch table. "You can have some of mine,"
Brittany tossed a tater tot into my mouth, as Mike, Finn, Santana, Quinn, Rachel, and a bunch of other people sat with us.
I grabbed a tater tot, threw it into the air and attempted to catch it in my mouth. It bounced off of my chin, and into my lap.
Santana laughed at me, "You completely failed."
" Um, who's this?" An African-American girl asked,
"My weird koala friend." Britt answered,
"I'm Luke, and that's my twin Rachel." I said, pointing to Rachel.
"We're fraternal, as you can tell. I got the talent and looks." Rachel said, teasing me.
"I got the ability to be taller than people." I poked at Rachel,
"Cool, where are you guys from?" A pale faced boy asked,
"We were born in Australia, then we moved to New York, then California, now here." Rachel answered,
"I'm Artie, that's Tina, Kurt, Mercedes and Sam." A wheelchair bound boy said, pointing to a goth looking girl who held Mike's hand.
Kurt was the pale faced boy, Mercedes the African-American girl, and Sam was a big lipped blonde boy.
"Hey, Luke, can I talk to you about Mrs. Hagberg's homework before class?" Quinn asked, causing Sam to glare at me.
"I was gonna walk with Britt-" I began, but got cut off by Quinn.
"I promise it'll be really quick," Quinn said,
"Brittany was gonna help me around the school, but, I guess, I can."
"Thanks, I'll show you where the gym is." Quinn offered,
"Um, thanks." I said, biting my lip and looking down at the ground.
Quinn was beautiful, her beauty could rival Aphrodite. And that lady was supposed to be like the most beautiful or something. She definitely had the prettiest eyes, I had ever seen. The nicest shade of hazel I had ever seen. She was gorgeous, and nobody could deny that.
"I didn't want to say this in front of everyone. But, I'm failing geometry. I'm not allowed to stay on the Cheerios if I don't bring it up. I've got good grades- straight A's in fact, in everything else, but this stupid class. I feel really stupid for asking for help, but I saw you going through those worksheets like they were nothing." Quinn began, rambling on about how stupid she was.
"Hey! You're not stupid, like for example, I suck in American History. I was pulling a D, back in California."
"I'll help you with American History, if I can get a little help with Geometry." Quinn said, throwing her offer out.
"Deal, will after school work today? Will won't be home until like 6, and if you get hungry, I've got food and stuff.
"It won't I've got Glee Club until 4, but if I come over quickly, will that work?"
"Yeah, um, that'll work." I said, walking towards my locker.
"Wait! I promised I'd help you find the gym." Quinn said, running to catch up with me.
"It's ok, I'll-" I started, before getting cut off by the blonde beauty again.
"Luke Corcoran, I'm walking you to class, and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it." Quinn said, with a smirk on her face.
I put my hands up in defeat," Alright, you won."
"Line up pansies!" A butch woman shouted, "I want suicides down the football field, and if I talk to you after this class, I want you on the football team."
I sprinted down to the 10 yard line, back down to the 20, and so on. This lasted for about 20 minutes, and I was the first one done. I sat down on the sidelines, and grabbed my water bottle. I uncapped it, and dumped the contents over my head.
"Skinny kid! Coach wants to see you," A guy, around my height, with a mohawk said to me.
"Alright, thanks." The guy helped me up, as I wiped my hands on my shorts.
"You're that new kid, right?" He asked,
"I'm sorry, I didn't flirt with anyone. I haven't done anything!" I said, he looked like he could've easily beaten me up.
"Please, I'd only kick your ass if you deserved it. Like if you screwed my sister, Santana."
"I'm Luke," I said, putting my hand out.
He shook it," Puck. I'm trying to be a little less intimidating."
"Losing the glare all the time might help." I said, cracking a smile.
Puck returned the smile," I like you kid, you're funny."
I shrugged, "Eh, I try."
"Corcoran! Here! Now!" The coach yelled, as I jogged over to her.
"You're on the team, I want you as my running back."
"Thanks, Coach, I won't let you down." I promised,
"Coach Beiste." She said, a small smile playing out on her lips.
"You're trying out for Glee Club." Puck decided for me,
"I can't, I don't sing." I answered him, walking towards the locker room.