A/N: Good morning sunshine, the world says hello! Another chapter, another day. And this is just a little thing to hopefully explain that no-one likes the Mary-Sues, not even their crushes. Pretty lazy writing style, but I'm sick so NYEH!

Enjoy!

February 20th, 2010 – Mary-Sue

Talk started from the moment the new girl walked through the door.

"God, look at those clothes! She dresses worse than the fag."

"Oh My God, she just totally blew off the Cheerios!"

"Since when was she better than us?"

"You ain't in New York anymore, sweetie."

And then again, after homeroom.

"What kind of name is Wysteria?"

"Do you always talk like the world revolves around you?"

"She's such a try-hard."

"She tried to talk to me like she actually knew me. I'm Noah fucking Puckermann, not the welcome committee."

"Isn't she related to one of those gleeks? She has the same last name…"

"Trust me, we aren't related. It's either total irony or some sort of joke."

Stepping into the Glee room after lunch, even the group of singers couldn't stop the gossip pouring from their mouths.

"She already has detention – tried to stand up to Coach Sylvester."

"Retard."

"Brittany, don't say that! Just because she's seriously confused about where she stands…"

"Please, she tried to out diva Berry. She's a moron, first class."

"Personally I feel her attempts to 'out-diva' are not important compared to her heinous belief she's a better singer than me. She's partially flawed at best."

"Look at that fashion faux pas. She looks like a rodeo clown with those boots on."

"She looks like she's going to eat me."

It takes only one day for everyone to turn against her like bad milk.

"Retard alert! Keep away!"

"Don't go near her, Prudence. She'll start a 'woe-is-me' speech and she'll never stop."

"She's impossible to talk to. She won't shut up long enough to get a word in. It's like yelling at the TV during a football game."

"I'm so over her singing. She thinks she's God's Gift to Glee, but she's more of a Plain Jane wallflower."

And by the end of the week, she snapped.

"GOD DAMNIT! YOU'RE MEANT TO FALL TO YOUR KNEES AND FREAKING PRAISE ME! I am a special, delicate flower who needs love and attention, and none of it is going right! I HAD A PLAN! I would arrive, cause a stir, meet my true love, make Glee cool AND end up homecoming queen! BUT NO, YOU'RE ALL TOO DAMN SELFISH! I'M GOING BACK TO OKLAHOMA!"

And she goes. They all celebrate cheerfully.

"New record! Only one week!"

"God, they get worse every time."

"Another one bites the dust!"

"How long till the next one moves in? A week?"

"Just enjoy the freedom while we have it."