Hey everyone. This is my new story. Don't worry, I am still working on OSF, but this is a side project that came into my head in a dream. So I'll stop talking and let the story talk for itself.
It's been a long time since somebody new moved into the Lima Development. Especially on New Direction Drive. Most people move into the Development of Akron, the one that holds all of the Vocal Adrenaline losers, our rivals from our street's Glee group, on Carmel Drive. Now this is the story of how I, Rachel Barbara Sylvester, became Rachel Barbara Schuester.
I remember it as it was only yesterday.
I was 10 years old. The youngest on the block. I never knew my story, I only knew that I lived with my foster Mama, Sue. I never really cared about who was my real Mama, because I got all of the love that I needed, from Sue, Noah, Santana, Tina, Mike, Sam, and Brittany. We were the New Directions. Sure we all varied in ages. I just turned 10 and was the star of the group, Santana and Noah (twins) were both 16 at the time. Tina was 11 almost 12. Mike was 12 almost 13. Sam was also 16 and Brittany was 14. Sue was our ring leader, our mentor and our director. We didn't need that many people to compete in McKinley County's competions (Sectionals, State and Regionals). We only needed enough for a trio. So we went out and competed for fun, little did we know that we would win Sectionals, and place at States, moving on to Regionals, only to get crushed by Jesse, Brody and all of the other Vocal Adrenaline dweebs. The only thing that could have led to our success was when the Schuesters moved across the street from Sue's and I's house.
I noticed the moving truck when I went for my morning jog over to the Puckerman's. It was their day to babysit me while Mama went out to her job as the towns legendary cheerleading coach. A lot of people want to know what she is like at home, so I dramatize it a little and tell them that it is awful, that she makes me condition every morning, so once I turn the right age, I can be her star. Only one person on that cheerleading team actually knows how it is like in the house. That is Santana Puckerman. She is like my older sister that I never, and most likely will never have.
Anyways, I made it into the house, said hi to Sarah, their mother, and gave a hug to Dani, their 11 year old sister, then made my way to the backyard. Where I could have a good view of the movers and make sure that Noah had a good view on me.
"No, do you know why there are people moving next door?" I ask him, when I sit next to him on their hammock.
"Apparently, the husband is a music teacher, and the wife is an old off-Broadway star. Their daughter looks about Brittany's age, but doesn't really look like them. But you didn't hear from me." He says that last part sarcastically, making him sound like the people at the beauty parlors that Mama drags me to. Which makes me laugh and then ask a serious question.
"No, why can't you shave that squirrel off of your head? If you want to make a good impression on the new neighbors, you might want that monstrosity gone." I said with a straight face after I stroke his Mohawk on his head.
"NO, You leave my hair alone Rachel. And please, why can't you use words that a 10 year old should know, not words that the wise owl should know." Noah said to me, completely serious
"No," I whined "and you should know these words. You are in high school, it's not that big of a word. And do I have to speak to Sarah about your Winnie the Pooh addiction." I say with a Noah Puckerman smirk on my face.
"Oh Rachel, it looks like I am rubbing off on you." He says with a proud smile. "And by the way, my name's Puck, not Noah." He says, clearly annoyed.
"I am not calling you by that ridiculous name. I am using the one that is clearly on your birth certificate." I say with a smile, and I snuggle into him more, watching his new neighbors move into the old house that has been unoccupied for years.
"Fine." He mumbles and lets me snuggle into his stomach more, and I soon fell asleep, dreaming of meeting the new neighbors, and also my family.
When I wake up, I am in my pink, girly room and I look at the time, seeing that it is 3 in the afternoon. I jump out of the bed and look out the window to check out the movers. I press my face to the glass in fascination. I realize that there is a brunette woman, a petite brunette teen and an overly curly and gelled hair guy, talking to Mama. If only I knew what they were talking about.
A/N: Sorry about the shortness of this chapter, but I wanted to set the scene. It will be Rachel, older narrating the story of how her birth parents found her, and how she learned that love is infinite. Keep reading. Updates will try to come fast, no promises, for both stories.
Anyways, review, it's not that hard to do, and TATA for now. :)