Rachel Berry begins to walk down the hallway of McKinley High. It's her freshman year, and man does she have plans. Her plans, in her mind, are wonderful. Of course, everything in Rachel Berry's head is wonderful. At least that's what she thinks. She's always thought this and she most likely always will. Rachel, you see, has tons of self-confidence. And she doesn't really understand how people couldn't. Rachel always thinks this; well up into the point where she realizes that not everyone is as talented and intelligent as she is.
Last year, Rachel was always picked on. They were always different things. She was always made fun of for how she looked or dressed, the way she sang all the time, her grades, and even her parents. Rachel never thought this was fair. She was such a wonderful person, so why would people constantly want to hurt her feelings? It made no sense to her.
But none of that was going to happen this year. For this Rachel was sure! She clutches the folder piece of paper in her hand. This paper holds the key to her life here at McKinley. Rachel can't lose it. She's not sure how this school works, but she doubts someone will turn it in to the lost and found if they find it. And it's not like Rachel put her name on the sheet. If someone were to sneak a peek at it she wouldn't want them seeing that it's her planning this.
When Rachel reaches her locker she's surprised to see that it's a top locker. Just more torture to go through. She's very much short. That's another thing she was made fun of for: her height. Rachel sighs. Oh well, she thinks; guess I'll have to just make do with what is given. She manages to open her locker. She looks for somewhere to hide the paper while she gets her things in.
Looking around, she finds no place to put it. She sighs, and shoves the note inside her bra, hoping that no one saw this. She stands there frozen for a moment, waiting for someone to come up to her and say anything. Surprisingly, no one does. She smiles to herself and begins stacking her textbooks in.
When Rachel is finished with her first task she turns to walk to her first class. She just feels so happy for hers- SPLASH!
Rachel is too frightened to move. Her eyes are wide with fear and circling the hallway for an explanation. Then she realizes a very pretty blonde cheerleader is standing in front of her laughing. There is two other cheerleaders standing and laughing with her. One is blonde as well, but her eyes are blue, and this one is much taller. The third one is Latina, she's also the shortest of the three, but still taller than Rachel.
"Welcome to McKinley, loser!" The three girls say in unison. Rachel doesn't really know what just happened. All she knows is that she's the coldest she's ever been in her life. She blinks, and watches as the girls walk away.
Rachel looks around and she sees that everyone is staring at her. Some look sympathetic, but most are giggling to themselves. Anger and sadness build up inside the small girl. When she clenches her fists she realizes that she has the plan in her bra. And she's covered in this cold, rich colored ice.
Rachel runs to the bathroom, hoping her plan is okay.
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Rachel stares at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She's completely covered in blue slush. A few tears fall down her cheeks, making pathways in the thick liquid. Rachel is really very horrible at keeping in her pain and sadness. But she has no time to dwell on this now. She ignores the sorrow-filled feelings and tries to concentrate on the task at hand.
Rachel immediately shoves her hand down her bra to retrieve the paper. She brings it up to her eyes to get a closer look. She finds that it's damp and slightly blue. The ink that once filled the page with torturous words was now black blurs and smears. Rachel bites her lip in worry, unsure what to do.
How was she supposed to fulfill her plans now? She can't go through another year of bullying without some way to prevent it. She won't.
Rachel just needs to remember all of the things she wrote into words and the images she drew. Shouldn't be that hard, right? Wrong. She made this plan up through her years of bullying. Back when she was in her old school. She wrote the plan for the new people at high school encase it happened; which it did. She had been with the same people her whole life, she knew all their tricks and they knew her. These new people don't know anything about her, or what makes her tick. She came up with so many knew ideas for these bullies! But now her written plan is ruined.
Rachel knows she has another copy of the plan. She's not an idiot. Of course she made two. The only problem is she can't seem to remember where she placed it exactly. It's somewhere in her pink-filled room. When she gets back home she'll have to search for it.
Putting her plan aside, she grabs paper towels and begins cleaning off some of the slush on her face and clothing. She has no idea where she's going to get a change of clothes. It's the first day of school! Rachel didn't think to bring a change of clothes. She bows her head in defeat.
These girls are different from the ones at her middle school. These girls are for one: much prettier. But there's something else about them that Rachel just can't figure out. It's their posture and the way they acted and reacted to things. It's the way they wear their uniforms, and the way they did their hair and make-up. Almost as if they're hiding from something.
Rachel shakes her head and chuckles to herself. She's just being ridiculous now. It's not like the obviously popular cheerios need to hide. Rachel sits on the floor of the bathroom, contemplating. Maybe they're just hiding out in the open, in plains sight. Rachel stares at the ground, eyes wide. But what could they possibly he hiding?
Rachel is major smart, yet she can't for the life of her relax enough to actually think this problem through all the way. She's only done half the equation. If she solves it though, she might be able to get revenge!
Rachel Barbra Berry is not stupid.
She's not dumb.
She knows that this little slushy won't be the only attack.
It's gonna happen again.
And soon at that.