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"Britt…"

"nmnn… Yes mom, I'll eat my cheerios with milk please…" I mumbled when I thought mom would ask me about breakfast.

"Brittany! Stop dreaming about food. School's gonna start in half an hour! Now get up and get dressed!" I jumped out of bed, took a quick shower and frantically ran down the stairs to find my mom packing what looks like my breakfast.

"Thanks Mom!" grabbing my backpack, picking up the paper bag, and kissing her goodbye, I ran through the door faintly hearing something about having good day. Now I know my mom means well and it's an overused greeting but she knows that 'good' will never be part my day.

School was a 15 minute walk but I was running on 10 till they lock the doors. Why 10 minutes? Quick showers take me about the least being 15(I like showers, sue me). So 30 minus the shower, time to get dressed... I don't know…do the math then. I made it in 5 minutes by sprinting while chugging down my ham sandwich. (Don't try this) I bumped into someone and unfortunately by someone it was Jake Puckerman.

"Well hey there! Glad you made it thr-"

"Back off Puckerman!" he was cut off by Sam before he could insult me yet again.

"You okay? You look like you've been runni-"

"Who wouldn't? Doors were about to close" I snapped not letting him finish.

"Woah. Someone didn't get what they wanted for breakfast"

Me and Sam go way back. His parents and mine were best buddies so we practically grew up together. It was a no brainer that he knew my eating habbits. Breakfast is a big thing for me. It's the start of my day so I prefer that I get to eat what I want and if not… well let's just say Lord Tubbington 's hiss after his bath is second to mine. Getting back on Sam and me, he's a jock and one of the most popular kids at school. Mom actually was about to suggest that I date him to lift my social status, well that went down the drain after a call from the Figgins saying I'd been called to the office for making out with Jane in the halls at third period. Don't get me wrong, I'm bi. Sam's hot and all but practically growing up with him earned his place in the friend zone.

"Sorry. But sprinting-" I was cut off by a blonde in a red cheerleading uniform. People here need to let people finish their sentences.

"Really Pierce? Sprinting? You? Then Dumbo must be real!" Kitty mocked. And there it was my first humiliation of the day. I put my head down in hopes that a unicorn would stampede through the halls and stop everyone from laughing. Sam just stood there but I was still lucky because without him I'd expect a slushie on my face by now. There was one person besides Sam and me who weren't laughing. Her beautifully tanned skin and luscious plump lips, her eyes were fixated on me like when Tubbs sees mom leaving food on the table. "Let's go Kitty. Coach's gonna get up on our asses if we're late." Her sultry yet commanding tone brought me back to reality.

Santana Lopez. Biggest bitch beauty. (If you ask me biggest bitch would be kitty.) She was the only one who didn't pick on me which led me to think that it's some sort of a silent code for: "We're the only openly gay girls here so let's play nice." Yup, she plays on my team! That's a plus for me since I've had the biggest crush on her which led me to a conclusion that I maybe bi. Downside of me asking her out was well… Me.

I'm Brittany S. Pierce. I have the bright blue eyes, 5'8 and blonde. Hot right? Problem is…

I'm 20 lbs overweight.

A/N : So… what do you guys think? No offense is meant. This is based on my life so if I unintentionally offend someone then I'm sorry I hope you guys review.