A/N- I know I haven't updated in forever, and I have no other excuse than that I'm very busy. Thank you for the story alerts and the review! You guys rock.

On Mr. Shue's age- I'm thinking he was around 30 when the original glee kids graduated, and its 16ish years later, so he's 46 now.

Reality

Chapter Two: New

I smeared some eyeliner onto my water line and my eyelid as my mom rushed about for some reason, extremely and unnecessarily excited for my "first day of school".

"Mom, I'm not in kindergarten. It's not my first day of school ever; it's my first day of school in this God-forsaken town." I said as she passed by my open door. She walked back to my doorway and looked at me hurtfully. She walked in my room and stroked my head affectionately. "Look, sweetie, we're trying. That's all you can ask from us." I ducked my head away from her hand without saying anything. She looked regretful. "Maybe tone down the eye makeup a little bit, sweetie?" she asked softly as she left the room. I snorted. Leave problems alone and then maybe they'll go away. That seemed to be the attitude in the family lately.

I glanced around my room, which had previously been a guest room. It was fairly simple; everything was beige and it was filled with half-emptied cardboard boxes, not much out except for my makeup haphazardly strewn across my vanity. I had to dig through several boxes before finding an outfit to wear, making me a bit behind schedule.

I ran down the stairs and picked up a green apple. Mom attempted a semblance of a smile and told me to say hello to a teacher named Mr. Shuester if I ran into him. I nodded and she went back upstairs.

Dad raised his eyebrows at me. "Where did the rest of your clothes go?" he asked. I rolled my eyes, glancing down at my outfit, composed of shorts (the ones Cori used to call my "denim underwear") and a self-ripped Boys Like Girls t-shirt that exposed one shoulder. "Dad, it's hot out."

"I don't care, it's not a beach. Go change."

My blood boiled. "So you think you can start paying attention and caring now? Back in New York I could have gone outside naked and you wouldn't have noticed."

He stood up. "In case you haven't noticed, we're not in New York anymore. I'm your father; you will listen to what I say. I used to go to school there; I know how those boys act. Go upstairs and change, now."

I laughed in his face. "No," I said simply. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm done with listening to what you and mom say. You guys fucked everything up, and I'm sick of you."

He started yelling things I didn't listen to as I walked out the front door, scooping up my bag on the way. He was supposed to give me a ride today, like that would happen now. The house was only a few blocks away from where her parents had pointed out the school, and I was sure I could figure out how to get there.

I had been right earlier; it was really hot. The sun beat down as I walked, and I prayed that I wouldn't be all sweaty for the first day. That would just be the icing on the cake. I pulled out my phone.

Do you want to kill me or should I do it myself, I texted Cori.

I take it your first day is going swimmingly already, She immediately responded.

I grinned. I'm probably grounded for the rest of my life already, because I dropped the f-bomb at my dad.

Ouch. Not your smartest move, Izzy. Why?

He tried to make me change out of my denim underwear and I just lost my shit I guess. Aha, so I was right, I saw the school approaching and I quickened my pace so I wouldn't be late.

Got to go, first period is starting, she responded as I jogged onto school grounds.

I sighed and looked down to put my phone in my bag, when I ran into a solid mass. I glanced up to find whom I was guessing to be a football player, based on his bright red letterman jacket.

"Watch where you're going-" he glanced down to notice, probably, that I was a girl and not an annoying nerd or something, and then smiled.

"Oh, hey, I haven't seen you around before," he said, licking his lips slightly. I rolled my eyes.

"Fuck off, asshole," I muttered, not nearly in the mood. His friends all let out oooooooooohs as I walked away, and he caught my arm. "Wait a sec-"

"Don't fucking touch me," I spat at him, yanking my arm away. I noticed I was being very loose with my language today, but seriously, who did this guy think he was?

I stalked away, half expecting a comeback from him, but I heard nothing. I entered the building and went to the main office to get my locker combo and such.

I half-ran to my first class after collecting all my things from the main office. Spanish, one of the most boring subjects, of course, had to be first. I was getting the feeling that everything in this town was dull. I entered the classroom to find everyone already seated and the teacher in the middle of a lesson.

"Ah, and you must be our new student, Isabella-" he glanced at a sheet of paper- "Puckerman?" he said quizzically. I nodded and stood there, trapped, for there were no desks to take a seat in. He looked at me long and hard, confused, and then looked away. "Well I'm Mr. Shuester, nice to meet you Isabella." Oh. Maybe that's why he was confused. This was Mr. Shue, mom and dad's old glee club teacher or something like that. He probably recognized dad's last name, but since my hair dye and nose job, I didn't even come close to resembling either of my parents.

"Well you can take a se-" He glanced towards his class and he must of realized what I realized a few minutes ago, that their wasn't any empty seats. "Um, I'll go get you a desk from another classroom." He left the room and the class erupted into to chatter while I just stood uncomfortably at the front of the room. After what was probably a few minutes but felt like an hour, Mr. Shuester came back with a desk and placed it in the back, where I practically ran to. He handed me a book and then continued with the lesson.

I crossed my legs and tapped my notebook absentmindedly with my pencil when I heard a course whisper. I ignored it, figuring it wasn't targeted towards me. I heard it again, from the left.

"Psst, hey! New girl!"

Great. So I was new girl now. I turned to my left to see, to my horror, the idiotic douche I had run into, quite literally, earlier. He grinned maliciously, and I sunk into my seat. What a great start we were off to so far.