Loser like me
Inspired by the song Rachel will be singing at Regionals; Loser like me.
So I know I shouldn't be posting ANOTHER story on here when really, I should be updating my current ones. But after I heard this epic song, I couldn't help myself. Lea Michele totally owned it, the song is amazing and so fitting! Anyway, this will eventually be a Puckleberry fic, but you must be patient. And as always, PezBerryHummErcedes friendship. Rock 'n roll. :)
Thursday morning, Rachel Berry slept in for the first time in her life.
She didn't bother getting up when her alarm rang out earlier that morning. Instead she reached across her bed and slapped the snooze button, burying her head back into her pillow and falling back into a somewhat peaceful slumber. She woke up again at 11:30 and couldn't help the foreign feeling that swept over her as she stared at her alarm clock with wide eyes. She had really slept in till half ten in the morning? She had went to bed at 10 last night! How was it possible that she had slept for a little over 13 hours? She was usually up at 5 every morning; exercise on her elliptical, have a shower, get dressed, eat breakfast and then head off to school.
School.
The mention of it brought tears to her eyes; William McKinley High-school. Where she had studied from her Freshman year all up to Junior year. The place she was so excited to start at, the place she had fantasized about all throughout middle-school. The place that she was sure would help her become the start she craved so much. The place where New Direction began and grew. The place she got a morning, and occasionally afternoon, slushy facial each morning; Monday to Friday. The place where the bathrooms had pornographic images scribbled onto the stall doors. The place where she was bullied and ridiculed by her peers 24/7. The place she was called derogatory names like 'Man-hands', 'RuPaul', 'Treasure Trail' or 'Stubbles'.
The place she had finally had enough of.
Yes, you read correct; Rachel Berry, the female who always pushed herself to exhale in everything, the female who always said the word 'quit' or 'can't' wasn't in her vocabulary has finally had enough and gave up, and by extension, quit. Glee Club, school and over-all? Trying. She's fed up of constantly trying to be the better person, fed up of being ridiculed and humiliated everyday, fed up of not being treated with the respect that she certainly deserves, fed up of being shown no respect or appreciation fed up of offering olive branches to the peers who make it their daily duty to torment her, to make her life a living hell. But most of all? She's fed up of making excuses.
Excuses to her father about dry-cleaning bills. "But Daddy, you know that cashmere or silk can't be machine washed!"
Excuses to her teachers about why she's always late to class. "I'm sorry, Sir. I forgot my books this morning and had to run out to my car to fetch them."
But most of all; excuses to herself. "It's okay Rachel, they'll come around eventually and realise that you can be a great friend. That you have their best interests at heart. That every decision you make is with them in mind. That beneath your strong, loud front, you're just a regular, scared, insecure, sensitive teenager. That Finn will pick you over Quinn Fabray."
She has finally had enough!
She will no longer make excuses for their poor behaviour and cruel ways. No longer will she allow them to treat her like a door matt, only befriending her when they needed something. No longer would she sit back whilst they victimised her. No longer will she go out of her way to be kind to them when all they do is throw it back in her face. Day in, day out.
As of now, Rachel Berry will start retaliating and defending herself.
Starting this afternoon, when she'll go into school and hand in her transfer papers.
Maybe she'll even drop by Glee rehearsals, you know, to say goodbye in true Rachel Berry fashion; with a song of course.
One she had composed herself, for them to sing at Regionals.