Time for school.
The first day of her freshman year-in a new town and state-was going to be hard. Yes, she had grown up in a small town, but this wasn't even the first day for this new school! She was 2 weeks late, and had she gone to the middle school, it would be different. But she was a brain that had taken all the 8th grade tests in her last state, which had higher standards than here, and passed, skipping from 7th grade to high school. The 13 year old could only fear what would happen at her new school in Lima, Ohio. She heard a lot about this school and their cheerleading program from the news, as the cheer coach there had a segment on it. The coach often complained about the Glee club, like she had the night before. She was an athlete in some sense, but not really for a competitive sport. She was a dancer. But that wasn't all she could do. In a sense, she was a performer: She danced, sang, and acted. Glee required all of that. She made up her mind. Today, if she could, she would try out for Glee club.
Off the bus.
First thing to do was go to the principal's office, to get her schedule, meet the principal, make sure she was in everything right, get her locker combination, and her student ID and ID number (They had sent her picture in the week before they moved). As she walked in, two people other than the principal were sitting in there. She recognized one of them; it was the cheerleading coach she had seen on the news the night before. She slowly opened the door.
"William, Sue, I don't know- " he stopped as he was speaking, seeing the young freshman walk in the door. "Ah, Miranda! Welcome to William McKinley High School! I'm Principal Figgins, and this is our cheerleading coach and Glee instructor! I'm sure you will be able to choose to try out for one even though you are late in entering the school year! Our cheerleading coach, as you probably know, is Sue Sylvester, and our Glee instructor is- "
Before Principal Figgins could finish, the curly haired man that was sitting next to Mrs. Sylvester reached out and shook her hand. "Will Schuester. Glee instructor and Spanish teacher. Welcome to come out for Glee if you'd like." Miranda blushed; this teacher was extremely cute. She hoped she wouldn't make a fool of herself in front of him.
"I'd love to," she replied, looking away. The last thing she needed was to spoil it before her audition. She was pretty sure they wouldn't take well to a freshman in that class. She was nervous enough as it was. She wished she knew someone else there because she wished there was someone who would support her, show her around the school. She knew she had to say something. So, she added, "Acting, singing, and dancing skills are all necessary, am I correct? I'm good at all those things, I think, 'cuz I'm a performer. Been onstage since the age of three, I have." Mr. Schuester just smiled and nodded. Suddenly, she wasn't so nervous anymore.
"Well, I guess I will see you-" taking her schedule, he read it, and finished with "3rd and 4th period. I can't wait to see you audition. I'm sure you will be a great addition to Glee if you make it."