Chapter 5
Meanwhile Part 2
I didn't think I did as good as I should have on the last chapter. I think I rushed things a bit quicker, then I had wanted, but I did want to get everyone in. Then as I saw the reviews, I was extremely happy to see the support. Also, I am waiting on one more person so send in their mentor, so therefore, I will start the chapter, as soon as I get a reply back. Being, as this would be the last chapter of new member introductions, so it may be short. Also, beware, Violet, will make a lot of eighties references. In the last chapter, Vi, called Corey Dinger, Dinger was played by Corey Haim, in the 1989 movie, Dream a Little Dream.
(Jason)
"Well, I'm surprised to see you here, Jason. I was wondering how long it would be until you showed up in my office this year," Figgins announced, as I walked in from English.
"Well, I was planning on making a record this year, and see how long it would take," I tell him sarcastically.
"Do I even need to know the story?" he asks picking up detention form.
"Well he started it," I protest.
"Well, now on this paper, holds three choices, about what we could do to solve this problem, now I am sure, I know which, you will pick, but I will leave it up to you," he tells me, handing me, the form. I look at the form a few moments, and decide.
"Well, I sure, as the hell wouldn't want to be a dancing prancing Cheerio," I tell him in my self defense. "And Library Council, is out of the question, the last time I read, well, that got me sent here, and well, oh hell with it-," I begin to get the end of my sentence, when he cuts me off.
"Watch your language, or I'll further the detention," he tells me, sending me the language warning.
"Fine, but I was about to say, that the only other option, was New Directions, I don't really have any choice, left really do I?" I ask him sarcastically.
"Good choice, but I wouldn't want Sue coming in here, and complaining about how you're messing up her chances of winning this year. She does that enough," he tells me, and writes me a pass to get back to class. "Oh, and they start lessons today, so bring that slip with you, I'll inform William Shuester, that you're to be expected," he tells me before I head to my next class.
(Corey)
I sit in the music room, during the study hall. I sit there, wondering what to sing today in New Directions rehearsals. Then I notice that the white board was blank, and pick up a dry erase marker, and get to thinking. Then finally something comes to me. Individualism. I sit back down, and begin to play the first few bars of the song, and then begin to sing the song.
Someone falls to pieces
Sleeping all alone
Someone kills the pain
Spinning in the silence
She finally drift away
Someone gets excited
In a chapel yard
Catches a bouquet
Another lays a dozen
White roses on a grave
And be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do
I get up from the bench, and write underneath the word: to be one self, and not be as other see fit for you. It's your definition, of how you see your life, in ways that others don't. Strive to be the best person you can be.
Someone finds salvation in everyone
Another only pain
Someone tries to hide themselves
Down inside himself he prays
Someone swears their true love
Until the end of time
Another runs away
separate or united?
Healthy or insane?
I get up and dance around, expressing my dance, like I was just beginning, and hold my hand out, as though, I were holding a script, the empty space was my stage. I show the invisible students my gymnast moves, and finish the songs. I knew what I was going to sing for Glee today, even if I have to do what I just did, and then send Violet a text message, to meet me for lunch in the music room, and to bring Hero with her.
(Katie)
The library was my thinking place. No one would bother me. I could draw my anime, read my Sci-Fi books. I was in my own little world.
"Katie, right?" I hear a girls voice ask.
"Yeppers, that's me," I tell her.
"I saw you audition yesterday, you did great. I'm Hero, by the way," she says with a friendly smile.
"Thanks," I tell her, closing my book, and placing it on my lap.
"Eragon? I read it before I moved here. I cried at some parts though," she tells me.
"I loooooove this series," I tell her with a smile.
"You should read The Seven Realms saga, it's beyond incredible," she tells me. "I don't know if they have it here though," she adds.
"Thanks. I'll look into it," I tell her.
"I've got to go, but hey, I'll see you in rehearsals today" she tells me, as she gets up.
"You mean I got in?" I asked excitedly.
"Your name was on the list," she tells me, and then waves goodbye. I was in. I was actually accepted into something. I was actually looking forward to something now.
(Andy)
Just before I head to study hall, I head to the Spanish room, to let Mr. Shue, know that I had a game tonight, and that I wouldn't be attending today's rehearsals.
Then a new recruited Cheerio stopped me. She reminded me of Jake, which was odd, because, I wasn't aware that he had a twin, but I wasn't about to admit that, just in case.
"Good luck at the game tonight," she tells me, she was blushing a little but, I wasn't going to let her know that.
"Thanks," I tell her. "You're a new Cheerio, aren't you?" I ask, knowing the answer, but was hoping that she would give me her name.
"Yeah, I'm Abigaile, and yeah, I started on the first day of school," she tells me. Then her friend showed up.
"Come one Abbie, we've got to get to class, or we'll be late, besides, we'll see Blondie, here at the game tonight," she tells Abigaile, and they head to class.
When I get to the Spanish classroom, I see that Mr. Shue is available, and let myself in.
"Hi Mr. Shue, I'm Andy Williams, I auditioned, the other day," I introduced flicking some of my loose hair aside.
"Oh yes, I remember. What is it?" he asks concerned.
"Well, I have a game tonight, and won't be able to attend, well that is, if I even made the group," I tell him.
"You did, yes. I didn't know if you had seen it or not, but very well then, I expect to see you soon," he tells me.
"Thanks for understanding Mr. Shue," I tell him.
"Not a problem," he tells me with a smile showing some dimples.