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DISCLAIMER (in the form of a poem):
Roses are red, violets are blue, I don't own Glee, and neither do you! :D
The car bumped along the road of the most ridiculous town I'd ever seen. It may not have helped that I'd been sitting in the car for five hours and everything seemed to become a blur to me. But this rinky-dink town in Ohio seemed repulsive compared to New York. Where was the mall? Where were the people walking the streets to get to work and school? The only things I'd seen walking around were cows and horses.
Finally we pulled into the driveway of an old colonial house. I had to admit, Mom's people had done a pretty good job of picking out a house (A/N this is what I pictured Rachel's house being . very elegant for two Broadway divas!)
"This is it, Rachel! Oh, isn't this gorgeous! I could definitely make myself at home here!" my mother exclaimed. I couldn't believe how well she was taking this. My whole life was still back in New York and she couldn't be happier about this new life of ours. Maybe I needed more time to adjust than she did. While Mom unlocked the front door to the house, I began unloading boxes from the trunk of our Range Rover (A/N in case anyone is wondering, Ranger Rovers are what Shelby buys Vocal Adrenaline in the episode "Theatricality." Just thought that'd be funny). Of course wanting to keep a low profile, Mom didn't hire a moving team, so lucky us, we got to do all the work packing and moving things into the new house.
"MOM! I THINK I BROKE A NAIL!" I shouted as I picked up a heavy box.
"Honey, don't worry about it. We'll find a nail salon once we've gotten settled in and I'll have someone fix you up with a mani-pedi!" Mom said, appearing at my side. At least she understood that I still needed basic necessities: manicures, hopefully a facial or two, a deep tissue massage. She couldn't deprive me of what I needed.
Finally, after unpacking half the car, we went in our new house to relax for a little while.
"Tomorrow we'll have to go pick out furniture. Then Monday, you start school. Why don't you go get some sleep?" Mom suggested. I could knew I could use some sleep. I had a big two days ahead of me. After kissing my mother goodnight, I made the long climb up the stairs to pick out a bedroom. I decided on one that must have belonged to a girl who lived here before me, seeing as the room was a bright shade of pink and had the biggest closet in the house. I grabbed a pillow and blanket from a box and for the first time in my life, I slept on the floor of a colonial house in the dreary state of Ohio.