Here's chapter 2! :D Hope you like it. :) And be sure to keep an eye on Somebody To Love, because I'll be posting the ending soon.

Disclaimer: I still don't own anything. So.


Dear Diary,

Today in English, we had to write a report. I only had half the class to write mine, because the first twenty minutes I was looking up the definition of report.

But we had to write about our first friend using sensory images. I had to look up those words too. Mr. Robertson said that imaginary friends didn't count, and neither did unicorns and leprachauns, since they were like the same thing as imaginary. (Little does he know that I've actually seen a leprachaun, that one time at the carnival. My mom said it was just a kid wearing a green shirt. But he had a pot of gold.)

So since none of those counted, I decided to write about Santana. Because she was my first friend, after all. I don't think I was her first friend. I think she was friends with that little red-haired girl first. Or she hated that girl, I can't remember.

These pills give me a hard time when I'm trying to remember.

But anyway, I turned it in, and I actually got a C. Which made me happy, so I kissed my teacher. Then I got a detention and a D. Then I was sad.

But I'm happy now though, because my mom is taking me to Chuck E. Cheese. Well, she's taking my sister. I'm going to hide in the trunk.

Love,

Brittany S. Pierce
xoxo

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Brittany had started school late. She was actually six when she started kindergarten, because she made her mom keep her home the first year since she was afraid of the bus swallowing her.

So she was the oldest in her kindergarten class, which meant that she should actually be a senior now.

She was also tall for a six year old, even taller than the kids she was supposed to be in school with. This obviously caused problems since the beginning.

The first day of school, she had been listening to the other kids' remarks all day. At nap time, she had to sleep sitting up because there wasn't enough room on the floor for her long legs. At snack time, she had to sit on the floor because all the chairs were too small for her. Kids immediately began calling her things like Bigfoot, Daddy Long Legs, and Beanpole. She didn't like it, and it hurt her feelings, but she didn't say anything because she was already an outcast, and she didn't want to get more ridicule. So she just acted like it was nothing.

But when recess came around, she was sitting on the swings awkwardly, since the seat was very low to the ground so children's feet could touch the mulch, when a group of girls came up to her.

"Hey Bigfoot!" One of them had shouted at her. Brittany looked up at her shyly from behind her blonde bangs. She kept her head down.

"Hey, Big Ugly Giant, she's talking to you." Another said. She had her hands on her hips.

"You're on my swing." The first girl said. Brittany dug her toe in the dirt.

"But there's...like four other swings." Brittany said quietly. One girl covered her mouth with her hand.

"I don't care. That's my swing, and its not for ugly people." The girls all giggled.

"Then why do you use it?" Brittany said quietly. The girls' eyes widened.

"What?" The mean girl said, stepping closer to Brittany. "What?" Brittany didn't repeat herself.

"I'm going to tell on you!" The girl said, her hand shooting high in the air. Brittany shrugged. Finally, the girl's hand went unnoticed by the teachers, and she decided to solve the problem herself. She walked behind Brittany and with a forceful shove, pushed her clear off of the swing and onto the muddy mulch. Brittany's knee landed right on a piece of wood and she felt a pain shoot through her.

"Now stay off my swing, you freak!" The girl said afterwards, and walked off with her friends, who all kicked a few pieces of mulch at Brittany. She stayed on the ground, hot tears spilling out of her eyes and down her cheeks. She heard footsteps behind her and, thinking it was going to be the mean girls again, ducked her head down. She felt a small hand wrap around her wrist and pull.

"No...just go away." She said, the words coming out muffled from her crying.

"Come on, get up." She heard a girl say, and she sniffled. She shook her head.

"Come on! Get up!" She heard again, this time with more struggle in the girl's voice. She felt another hand wrap around her wrist and tug her harder this time.

"No!" Brittany yelled. The grip around her wrist was getting tighter and tighter, and the tug was getting stronger and stronger. Finally, Brittany gave up and allowed herself to be pulled to her feet.

She brushed the mulch off of herself, and finally wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand. She kept her head down still, and allowed her eyes to search in front of her for the force that had pulled her up. Standing just a few feet in front of her was a small, tan girl. She was looking right at Brittany.

"Ew, you're all dirty." The girl said, scrunching up her face. Brittany sniffled.

"Are you going to hurt me?" She asked, casting her glance away from the girl. The girl snorted.

"No...do you want me to?"

Brittany shook her head quickly. She awkwardly shoved her hands in her pockets. The girl rubbed her hands on her jeans, before holding out her left hand. Brittany looked at her again.

"What is that for?" She asked, looking to the girl's outstretched arm. The girl looked at it too, before looking back up at Brittany.

"It's a handshake. My daddy does them all the time with new business guys that he meets." She wiggled her fingers. Brittany bit her lip.

"So...what do I do?" She asked, lifting her chin up more. She was obviously taller than this girl, but the girl was darker than she was, and she also had thicker and darker hair. Brittany had never seen hair curl like that before.

"You shake it, silly." She said, grabbing Brittany's hand in her own. She moved their arms up and down forcefully, and released the blonde's hand.

"Oh." Said Brittany, her long arm falling back down to her side. The girl swung her arms back and forth.

"I'm Santana Carmen Lopez." The girl said now, smiling at Brittany. She was the first girl who wasn't a teacher to smile at Brittany this whole time. Brittany's lips curled up into a smile that matched Santana's.

"I'm Brittany." She said.

"Brittany what?"

"Brittany Susan Pierce." She replied. Santana giggled, and Brittany's face fell. "What?"

"Nothing. It's just...you're pretty." She said, diigging the toe of her shoe into the dirt.

Brittany was shocked. She almost didn't know what that word meant. "Really?" Santana nodded.

"Yeah. You're so tall, I bet you can reach the cookie jar no problem." She said. "I'm too short."

Brittany beamed. No one had ever said she was pretty before. Except for her parents, but that didn't count. They had to say that. "You really think so?" Santana nodded vigorously, and Brittany smiled again.

"I like you." She said quickly, pulling the girl into a hug. Santana shuffled a little, before standing on her toes and wrapping her arms around Brittany so they were almost the same height.

"I like you too."