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"Running From One Entering Another,"
Besides meeting Rachel my day has been shitty. There was this one little guy with really fancy clothes that tried talking to me, about Broadway and clothing. And he kept staring at my hair like really looking at it, I'm surprised he didn't try touching it. Besides that nothing happened, so that means I'm doing good at laying low.
I see Rachel at her locker so I stop and talk.
"Hey," she looks up from the bottom of the bag and slightly smiles.
"Hello," She responds, continuing to look through her bag.
"So."
"Why are you talking to me?" She says. I quickly open my locker to show er that my lockers next to hers.
"Um," She lifts her head slightly to see my locker door open with my books thrown every where inside.
"Oh," She grabs a notebook and places it inside her side bag. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped at you," She shuts her locker and stands by me while I throw my bag inside the locker.
"It's OK. Can I escort you to lunch," I shut my locker and stuff my hands in my pocket. She slightly smiles at me again. Her eyes are big and wide with her chocolate eyes.
"I uh. Can't. I have to practice," She readjusts her strap on her shoulder.
"Practice? Don't tell me you're one of those red traffic cones, I keep seeing all over the place," I joke her. Her face changes into a humorous face and a laugh escapes her lips. Her head tilts back and and she slightly closes her eyes.
"No! I am not one of those traffic cones," she begins to laugh again this time I join her.
"So what are you practicing then?" I manage to say through my laughs. Rachel composes her self and we began to walk toward the end of the hallway.
"Singing." She says with purpose.
"Singing?" I question. I stuff my hands back into my pockets.
"Yes. I have to practice if I want to be the best. Someday I'll be on Broadway," She says smiling at me I couldn't help but smile back at her."So looking at your figure I would imagine you'd be into sports, yes," she continues talking to me.
"No," I simply say looking at the floor.
"No?" She looks at me.
"Yeah. It's just I'm new and all so I thought I would start small then big," I lie, it feels weird lieing to her.
"Mmhh." she says as she stops at the cafeteria door. A couple people walk in, including the fancy dude in my Math class. He looks at us and gives me a weird look and the others that are with him look at us with the same expression.
"Well I should let you go eat, Lunch.," she waves goodbye and walks off.
"Bye," I mumble. I stand there for a couple seconds until the fancy boy comes up to me with a African girl.
"You know Rachel Berry?" Kurt says, I think that's his name or is it Chris?
"Uh not really. We met this morning," I say looking at them with confusion.
"I suggest if you want your pretty face, you shouldn't talk to her,white boy," The black girl tells me. Am I white boy?
"Why? And isn't that like racist?" I try to get into the cafeteria but they block me by moving to the side.
"You just shouldn't talk to her," Kurt says.
"Again Why?" I ask the both of them. They look at each other and whisper something in each others ears.
"Just forget I said that. So where did you move from?" Kurt and the girl moves to the side so I can go through.
"California," I say slowly and walk into the cafeteria leaving them in the hallway.
The cafeteria is full of students, mostly teachers. I can see through the windows that you can eat outside, so I walk towards the exit and outside. I make my way to the big steps that other students are sitting on eating their food. I sit down and eat my food slowly.
"Hey new kid!" I turn my head to the side slowly to see a freakishly tall guy, A guy with a ridiculous Mohawk, And another two big guys behind them. I stand there and wait tell they come over. They motion me to walk over.
"If you want to talk to me then you come over here," I holler at them from across the hallway. They scoff and slowly walk over. The tall guy in front and the others behind him.
"You're Sam Evans right?" He asks me.
"Yeah, who are you?" I ask them still in the same position as they called me. They laugh a little.
"Well Sam, I'm Finn. And this is Puck" Finn points to the Mohawk guy. "And those two are Karofsky and Azmio," he nods his head to the two big guys in the back of him. I just nod my head in understandability and walk to my locker. They follow me to it and try to get me to talk about myself.
"So Sam where you from?" Finn asks me.
"California," I grab my world history book and stuff it in my bag.
"Mmm California, did you play sports back there?" He asksS me another personal question. Is he the only one that talks?
"Nah," I shake my head and close my locker.
"Nothing?" I shake my head again. Finn looks at the others and they smile. "OK. I guess we'll see you around then Sammy," The next thing I know I'm ramming Finn into the lockers. The others grab me and force me on the opposite side.
"Fuck!" Finn adjusts his jaw. "You have no idea what you did, mother fucker." Finn says to me. With that he and his followers walk down the hallway.
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