N/A: So I started writing this new Quick fan-fiction, and I'm really liking how it's coming out!
It'd be really cool if you guys could read this and review so I know if I should continue.
Thanks in advance! Xx.
The town of Lima, Ohio is an ordinary one – what with it's average students and typical happenings. For the usual student, a 6:15 wake-up call starts their day, followed by seven grueling hours at school with some sort of activity afterwards. Simply put, the days are long in length, but short in substance. The sleek suburb is primarily centered around the community Catholic church on the west side of Lima, as far away from Lima Heights Adjacent as humanly possible. Nobody but residents dare go to Lima Heights Adjacent.
Well, not since the accident.
Noah Puckerman's accident, to be exact.
It all started when Noah was in seventh grade. An athletic adolescent, he had many friends who cared for him dearly and a squeaky clean record to back up his boy-next-door image. However, his home life wasn't as exemplary. This was the year that his father decided to skip town. "I'll be back in a few days," he had said coldly. Noah prayed this was true, watching as his father left the then sane region of Lima Heights Adjacent without another word. But it wasn't.
At the age of seventeen, Noah thought he had his whole life figured out. He was an A-B student with a scholarship to Ohio State for football, and had finally concluded his mourning period over his now long-gone father. But this was only September.
As the month grew older, so did Noah. He planted a mohawk on his head and got a few tattoos on his body as a sense of self expression. Needless to say, his mother wasn't pleased. "You look like a hooligan," she told him the day he came home from the tattoo parlor and hair salon. "You really think people in this closed-minded town are going to overlook your appearance and judge you based on who you are?" She shook her head. "Lima is far too modern for that."
And sure enough, she was right. The once highly-liked Noah Puckerman became highly-feared by all who he encountered. Regardless of his attempts to be a decent kid, he was always viewed as a criminal. And all for what, some body art and a new haircut? There was no stopping the flow of opinion, so he took up the role.
That October, Noah officially marked himself boy-next-door-no-more. Furious with a teacher for failing him on a paper that he had spent the better part of four hours writing, he assembled a team to strike revenge. Forever to be known as Puckerman's Possy (or PPossy for short), Noah Puckerman, Sam Evans, Matt Rutherford, and Mike Chang set a stink bomb outside of Mrs. Barth's house with the pure intention of knocking her out with the smell. That's not all it did, though. The smelly substance ended up causing serious damage to Mrs. Barth's sight and sense of smell. Noah stood in shock when he realized the commotion he had generated. Feeling terribly, he apologized and took full responsibility. Law suits were placed in effect the next day.
This was a big step in Noah's life. He went from publicly misunderstood, to privately misunderstood. All feelings of pity towards himself became exposed hatred for others. As it appeared, Noah was finally the badass he had been marked as that September. And nobody but himself knew it was simply a mask for the real pain and torture of being an overlooked teenager.
As expected, Noah was found guilty and fined for much more than his middle-class family could afford. After pulling out every last cent, what was left of the Puckermans was left broke in both money and spirit. In attempt to support himself and his mother, Noah dropped out of school and got a full-time job at BreadstiX, a local Italian restaurant. He was marked the town drop-out, judged based on his one mistake, and all of Lima Heights Adjacent took the same label.
So it makes sense that Quinn Fabray's father, the preacher at the community church, wouldn't want his precious services anywhere near Lima Heights Adjacent or Noah Puckerman.
His precious services or his precious daughter.
N/A: Should I continue?
Review, follow, the whole shebang!
Thanks again! Xx.
