Your End Is My Begining

by writing-life

It was the last week of school. She was really just trying to get through it virtually unscathed, but the universe has other plans, and she cracks. Now Rachel must right herself and handle her problems before coming back to school. But life is never that easy is it? Follow Rachel as she rediscovers herself and others along the way. Pezberry Love, RachelxOC , Feirce pairings.

1. Chapter 1

Your End Is My Beginning.

R.P.O.V

It was just a normal day. Me walking down the Hallways doing the best I could to avoid the popular kids. Narrowly avoiding slushies. Them searching for me in every nook and cranny, hoping to take express their hate in the most immature way they know how. I hate it but this was my life. It had been for the last 2 years when I moved here at the end of my freshman year. Why we moved to dreary fucking Lima, Ohio from my amazing hometown of Cali, I would never know. All I know is first chance I get I'm going back. Everyone thinks New York is my dream, when really it's just to go back to my first home.

I was snapped out of my day dreaming by a cold stinging sensation on my face. 'Damn I was almost there too.' laughing surrounded the hallway around me.

"Raspberry, for our most hated Berry. How fitting" Sneered Santana. Her and Quinn had made it their life goals to torture me and ruin my life. Brittany was just along for the ride. All together they made up the Unholy Trinity. I don't know what it is but I just snapped everything was just pressing on me and I couldn't do it anymore.

"Fuck you Santana!"I screamed and ran towards the door. It was the last week of school anyway they can't do much to me for skipping. I got into my car and drove home e. I decided that was it. I wasn't going to let them do it anymore. They weren't going to torture me anymore. And I was going to get my revenge.

First thing I did when I entered the house was feed my dogs. I had three a Rhodesian ridgeback; they were breed to hunt lions in Africa, and two Rotwielers. After that I booked a flight to California with no return date and set to packing. I also left a note to my dad's telling them what was going on; they probably won't be getting it until the end of the week anyway. They were on another business trip, to who gives a shit. I surely didn't, those men did nothing for me but supply me with money from the time I was 10. I seriously felt just like the kid from home alone. I learned how to forge letters and signatures when I was 9. It wasn't like anyone gave a flying rat's ass anyway. After that I went to bed.

The next morning after fixing breakfast and packing up my dogs in their cages and putting them in the car, I made my way to the airport and took off for Cali.