I DON'T OWN ANYONE BUT MARY!!!! Now onwards :)
Chapter Two- Mary
Mary was sick and tired. She was sick and tired of moving every six months because her bother couldn't stop getting kicked out of a school. She was sick and tired of living with her sleazy business man dad who was never home. She was sick and tired of seeing her mom through Plexiglas and only being able to talk through fake payphones because she was caught dealing drugs. Again. She was just sick and tired of it all.
However Mary was not focusing on the bad. She was determined to make today a good day. Well, an ok day. Well, a day better than yesterday. Which, considering yesterday, wouldn't be all that hard to do. She kept her head held high as she walked into her new school. It was the middle of the semester so she wasn't expecting to make friends anytime soon. Sighing as the bell rang, she rushed to her first hour, praying that she wouldn't get lost.
It was only fifth hour when she broke down (A/N I'm using my school schedule. We have 9 classes every day for 45 minutes each. 60 minutes if it's a lab class. So fifth hour is fairly early.) She felt so alone, and for the first time her cousin and best friend wouldn't be there to help her get through the move. He had died just last week, and she was taking it as just hard as his parents. Walking into an empty classroom she started singing country music. The music of pain, according to Xander Harris.
At the end of the song she had started to cry, apologizing that she had been late to get him to go to the movies, that he had to walk across the street when that car had come speeding down the road, the driver not looking for just a second. She remembered seeing the blood all over the road and his notebook that was always on his person on the side of the road, not damaged in any way at all. She remembered seeing the police, the driver who had hit him. Tears ran down her face at the memory.
A knock on the door pulled her out of the painful thoughts and she spun around to see who it was.
"What's going on?" the boy at the door asked. She noticed that Finn was written on the back of his shirt when he turned to close the door.
"Singing, crying, not my homework. The usual. Well, the new usual anyways. Why do you care?" she asked, defensive.
"Because no one should have to cry alone," the boy replied, looking surprised at her answer.
"Well gee, aren't you a ray of sunshine. Wanna cry with me?" she asked sarcastically.
"Not really, but if that'll make you feel better. I was thinking maybe talking about why you were crying," he replied, waving for her to sit down.
"Sorry, I've gotta do my Spanish homework," she replied with fake sorrow coloring her voice, glad to be able to escape to the library.
"You have Schue for Spanish, right?" he asked.
"Doesn't everyone?" she shot back
"True. Your fine then, tell him that you were talking with me about Glee and it'll be cool," he responded, grabbing her wrist before she could leave the room.
"Ugh, fine, I'll talk," she said irritated.
"So, why country?" Finn asked, referring back to her choice of music.
"It's the music of pain," she shot back, smiling.
"Really, according to who?" he questioned her.
"Xander Harris. Don't you watch Buffy?" she responded, smiling.
After a rather long conversation that followed a rather random path that didn't ever hit on why she was crying, the purpose of the entire conversation. Well, for Finn anyways. The bell rang, cutting off her story of how Brent, her brother, got kicked out of school for the first time.
"Well, that's the bell," Finn stated obviously.
"No way!" she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Finn called her back just before she could leave. "Before you go, two things. One, so you don't have to lie to Mr. Schue, Glee meets every other Wednesday night. There's an extra meeting tonight, if you wanna come. Two, what's your name?"
"Ok. Um, one- thanks. I think I'll check it out. I've got nothing better to do tonight. And two, you can call me Mary. Everyone does. See ya Finn!" she said cheerfully, leaving the room and a rather shocked Finn behind her. Now she started looking for the elusive Spanish room.
It was only five minutes into class when Mary arrived, her best time yet.
-¿Por qué Ud. llegan tarde? (Why did you arrive late?)
Mr. Schue asked her, expecting a questioning look and confusion.
-Por qué no sabía dónde está la clase. (Because I didn't know where the class was.)
Mary answered using the Spanish she learned over the summer in independent study.
"Well, want to introduce yourself to the class? In Spanish, if you would," Mr. Schue asked her.
-Me llamo es Elizabeth, pero Uds. puedes llamarme Mary. (My name is Elizabeth, but you can call me Mary)
She said quickly before taking a seat.
"Bueno! Now who knows what she just said?" Mr. Schue asked, moving on with the lesson. Mary sunk into her seat with relief as class started.
"Mr. Schue?" Mary asked after class, approching his desk.
"How can I help you Mary?" he asked, smiling.
"Well, one, I don't have the homework done. Sorry. I tried to do it during study hall, but Finn was bugging me," she started.
"Don't worry about it. It's your first day, you don't need to get homework to make up from me. I'll just not have those assignments in your grade," he said, cutting her off.
"Thanks! And two, Finn was talking to me about Glee. Where are rehearsals?" she asked, suddenly more shy than usual.
"In the auditorium. Come by this afternoon, you can watch the rehearsal and then decide if you want to join," Mr. Schue said, obviously excited that someone else was excited about Glee.
"I'll be there!" she said, feeling slightly better.
As she left the room she thought about how this move could in fact be a good thing.
So, chapter two! As a side note, my nickname is Mary, and much like Elizabeth, my name is no where near Mary. It's my math teacher, he called me Mary and it stuck. Just an interesting tidbit. Do you guys like the pov switches? I feel that it helps get into the mind of the character, but that could just be me. The spanish speaking is notated by the dashes because there are no quotation marks in spanish. (Thank you Senora for that one). Review and let me know what you thought!!