Santana and Emma sat in silence in the guidance counselor office. Emma was trying to start a conversation.
"So… what did you come to talk about?" Emma asked.
Oh yeah. Real subtle, Ms. Pillsbury. Santana bit back her sharp retort.
"Ok, we can't just sit here in silence the whole day," Emma said, somewhat exasperated.
"Why not?" Santana asked coldly.
"Because I know you have some sort of problem. Or else, why would you be here in the first place?"
"Oh, you think I have problems now? Maybe I just wanted to ask for some hand sanitizer," Santana muttered sarcastically. "You know, on second thought, I actually don't need to be here. This is a mistake." And with that, the cheerio got up and left.
As she walked down the hall, Santana thought to herself, Go ahead and run. You're just a pathetic little girl who is too scared to let anyone help. Even when that means you're friend's life is possibly in danger.
It was during cheerios practice when Santana came up with an idea to help a certain blonde cheeleader. She still felt bad about not telling an adult, but she thought that maybe this plan would make up for that. Yeah, right.
After practice, Santana ran up to Brittany to tell her.
"Run away with me," Santana said. "Well, not like, you know, elope or anything, but you know, just get out of your house. Actually, it's perfectly fine if you want to elope, if you want to." Shut up, brain! Santana thought.
Brittany just looked at her like she was crazy.
"What I mean is, you need to get away from your dad, so tomorrow, we'll ditch school and collect your stuff while you're dad's at work. Then we'll just-," Santana paused. "I don't know what we'll do. But you need to get away from your dad, because what he is doing to you is not okay."
Brittany thought for a second. "Can we bring my cat?" she finally asked.
"Yes. We can bring your cat," Santana was relieved that Brittany wasn't putting up a fight. "Ok. So that's that. You pack your stuff once your dad leaves, then I'll come over and pick you up."
As Santana drove home from school, she thought to herself, There. I did it. Without getting adults involved. But there was still a nagging voice in the back of her head, telling her that it wasn't enough.
Wow. I used a lot of commas.