This is my very first story so I hope you like it:)
I lost my hope a long time ago. At least that is what I like to say to myself. I'm Rachel Berry and this is my story.
You know, some people like to say that there is one person in your life to change everything. Yeah even in the darkest of the nights when you have lost your way and you don't know where to go – there's one person that is worth to try.
When I was younger, I didn't really care about that. I just knew what I wanted and where I needed to be. New York – Broadway. Standing on a real Broadway stage, ME in the spotlight. That was all that mattered to me. My Dad's couldn't have been prouder of me and they couldn't have supported me more. I just knew that one day, I was gonna make it. The way it was supposed to be.
So, the very first time I noticed that I was different from the others, was when I lay sprawled over my bed, crying in my pillow on the very first day of Middle School. The day had been horrible. That girl, Quinn Fabray, liked to make fun of me. With everything she had and with everything she was. Sometimes it seemed like her life had no other value than punishing me. And the first day of school was no exception.
" Hey you ", as if she didn't know my name " I thought I told you that these sweaters are the worst things my eyes ever had to bear. Who do you wanna make hot? Kermit the Frog? " I tried to ignore her but, well you know, Quinn had always been a bitch.
"I talked to you Man hands! Who do you think you're talking to?" As if I was.
I never understood, why Quinn was so mean. I later figured out for myself that she was just jealous of my talent but unfortunately you don't realize things like that when you are on you first day of Middle School. So I walked down the hallway and continued ignoring her. Obviously, Quinn Fabray didn't like to be ignored. All I noticed was a whisper behind me alsmost as if she was murmuring something. Then there were just laughters. not only hers but also male ones. And they were evil. Before I could realize what was really happening, I had a slushy in my face and it didn't take long until my clothes absorbed everything of the clammy substance. Horrible. " Hey Berry, need to change? I'm more than willing to help.", one of the guys said as they passed me by. Noah Puckerman. Who else if not him. He's jewish like I am and when we were younger that was something to connect us. I often saw him as we went to the same synagoge and we used to play together. I always thought he was a quite good guy or maybe that was just what I liked to believe. People change - not all of them for the better.
I felt humiliated, disgusted and the slushy was cleaving it's way to my underpants. Once again - horrible. From the corner of my eye I noticed one of the guys - he was sort of different, not just because he was a lot taller than the others. For a second there was sorry in his whisky-coloured eyes as he gave me a penetrating and tender-hearted look. The next, he was high-fiving with Puck and the other jerks. I really should've been angry at him, should't I? But there was something deep inside of me that reacted to that look. I felt something. Almost like an invisible bond between us. I know, that sounds like such a cliche out of those horrible teen movies but it was exactly like that. And this is where our story starts.