Welcome Reader! So I posted this story a while ago under a different account and it had been a while since I updated. Basically I forgot my other account info and finally decided to keep up with this story again so I'm reposting it. Some things about Santana have to do with my actual life story. Most of it is fiction because my personal story is still Unwritten. Enjoy and Review please! I love feedback.

Prologue

"You can't do this to me! I just started here!" I was furious. No. Furious isn't even a strong enough word to use. This was my 3rd move in the 15 years of my life. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. They knew how hard it was for me to start in a new place. I barely just got used to everything here.

"Santana, it's out of our hands now. It's my job we're talking about mija. What do you want me to do about it?" I couldn't believe my dad right now! Do they not remember the months I spent, couped up in my room? Not going to football games, pep rallies, or our first two dances of the school year. The only reason I broke out of my shell second semester was because of my best friend, Chelsey. We've been best friends for about 4 years now but it's felt like forever. And now, they were taking me away from her, away from my home, this familiar place.

I let out a frustrated sigh because I really had no idea what to else to do. I felt so defeated. I was fighting a battle I would never win. I had to try one last time though.

"But daddy, please." It came out a little weaker than I had hoped for.

He looked at me with apologetic eyes. I knew deep down he wasn't doing this to me on purpose. But it didn't lessen the anger I had inside.

"I'm sorry hun, but there's nothing more to do." He gave me one last sad look before he walked out the door. I collapsed on my bed and immediately burst into a fit of hysterical sobs. The life I built here kept flashing through my mind like I was watching a movie. Everything I worked hard for, gone in an instant. I don't know how long I cried for but eventually it subsided as I fell asleep.

I was awoken when my phone started to ring on my nightstand. I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone but I was curious to see who was calling me. I looked at the picture and started to tear up again. It was Chelsey. I had to tell her. Telling her would make it so real. I slid my thumb across the screen to answer.

I let out a choked up ,"Hello," followed by a few sniffles.

"San, what's wrong?" I sniffed a few more times and took a long deep breath.

"Chels, I'm-" I couldn't even finish my sentence before my sobs came out.

"San, your starting to really scare me. What's going on?" She sounded really concerned. Although Chels and I have been friends for a while, we weren't those super clingy or touchy feely best friends. It's not like we didn't get along, it's the exact opposite actually. She's like my sister. We can be complete idiots around each other and it would be completely normal. We just never really had 'serious' conversations. It was an unspoken agreement that it made us both uncomfortable. So, to have me crying hysterically over the phone and to have her worrying about me, meant that this was serious.

"Breathe, please San. Just take deep breaths girl and talk to me slowly, okay?" I nodded even though I knew she couldn't see me.

I squeaked out a 'k' and proceeded to calm myself down. When I controlled my erratic breathing and only a couple tears flowed freely, I managed to finally speak.

"Chelsey," I took a long deep breath because if I didn't I'd probably go right back into hysterics.

"I'm moving."

Not just moving a town over or an hour away. I was moving to the middle of fuckin nowhere.

Lima fuckin Ohio.