I waxed my new car with some more car wax to make it look even more shinier and newer. Now there's enough car wax on it to cover half of Lima. When the others see this car, they will be so jealous of me, but that'll be alright, since I'm a star, and a star twinkles alone in the sky. They lacked the determination and talent that I have, so they should just roll up in a gutter and a die, but I wouldn't say it to them, because they should get a hint already.

After making sure that my car looks just as gorgeous as I am, I kissed my dads and they rubbed my beautiful, luscious hair. I can see the jealousy in their eyes because their hair aren't nearly as extraordinary as mine.

Regardless, I put the key in the keyhole and started the car. The gears whirred, and it immediately started to run at 200 miles per hour. Filled with amazing sense of power and control, I made it run even quicker, and everyone looked at me in awe. A policeman tried to stop my car, but the president instantly decreed that he was a traitor and he was sent to jail.

Just in 2 minutes, I arrived at my school, William McKinley High School. Everyone gasped and punily jumped from my way, some of them hit other people or cars as they tried to avoid getting crushed under my car.

"No, no, Rachel, stop there!"

I briefly saw Principal Figgins' sorry figure trying to block my way from getting inside the building, but his vaguely brown silhouette turned into red as I made my way inside. The corridors were a bit too small for my car so I had to flatten a few people here and there but it was totally worth it.

My car was a sweet Toyota Coroll made from purest Argentinian gold plated with metallic silver, and it had its own mini-bar and a cupboard in which I store all my photos and my most prized possessions like the couple calendar I made for Finn and I. My dads also helped me to install a karaoke machine on the back seat so I can practice my singing at all times.

I turned up the volume of my radio and it started playing "Don't Stop Believing". As the tires scratched the floor of the school, and even more bodies fell before I reached the auditorium. I hit the brake and my car elegantly stopped with no friction.

I stepped out and scoffed at the mess I made on my way here. I cheerfully opened the door.

"Good morning, everyone!"

"Hey Rachel"

Mr. Schue was the first to answer my greeting. He was a sad loser who didn't take his chance to perform in broadway because he wanted to get inside Ms. Pillsbury's pants. He said he refused the role because he cared for us, but everyone knew that he didn't really mean it.

Anyway, I went inside and made out with Finn. I also got to perform solo at Nationals! Mercedes and Kurt could only whimper feebly because their voice caused Santana, Brittany, and Quinn to pass out and they were formally sued by the cheerleaders' parents. That was because their voices were so horrible, even worse than a banshee's shrieks.

I jogged happily after the rehearsal was over but my car was gone!