My eyes burn with cherry flavored ice and start tearing up, this stuff stings like hell. Why on earth would someone throw a slushie in someone's face? Okay honestly, I would if I had thought of it first. I wipe my face and the jocks start mumbling.
"Dude…she's crying." I hear a guy say.
"Then let it be a lesson." King asshole says to his followers.
"Come on…" I feel Mercedes arms cover me with a jacket. I smile at her kindness.
She leads me away from the atrium and into a bathroom. I go over to the sink and splash my face. I think I'd rather get a lunch tray dumped on me a hundred times the get another slushie in the face.
"Red is the worse." I hear another girl's voice and I stand up straight. "I'm Rachel Berry…." I look at her through the mirror. Short with long brown hair, I remember she was the one who sang the opening.
"Rowan Tyree"
Two more girls walk into the bathroom with clothes. The blonde one with short hair speaks. "Dave got a hoodie and a shirt from one of the guys on the team."
"The bully whips do have their advantages." Another girl with tan skin and dark hair smiles then hands me a towel.
"Thanks." I smile and dry my hair the best I can.
"I'm Santana" the girl with the dark hair says.
"Quinn Fabray." She smiles and hands me the clothes and I go into the first stall.
"It was pretty cool what you did out there Rowan…we appreciate it." I hear Mercedes say.
I slide off my shirt without a reply and wipe my chest. Who knew slushie's could be used as a bullying device?
"Not much of a talker are you?" a girl says, I'm not sure which one.
"Not really, until stupid comes around." With this a few of the girls laugh. I pull on the shirt and the hoodie with ease and walk out of the stall tossing my v-neck into the garbage.
"So…do you plan on joining the glee club?" Rachel asks.
"I don't know." I shrug and pull my hair into a messy bun and reset my headband. I'm thankful for the ring of the bell and grab my bag rushing out before anyone can ask me about joining stupid glee club.
When I get to my next class I notice head dumbass and make sure I sit as far as possible from him. However, I'm stuck at a lab table with one of his followers. When I see him sit next to me I move my chair over in a obnoxious manner. Great, now I'm acting like a child. What else can this school do to me?
"Look, I don't want to sit here either. Let's just get this over with okay?" he scuffs and leans back in his chair.
"Fine with me." I sit up opening my notebook and begin writing the notes the teacher has put up on the board.
"Rowan right?" mini dumbass says.
"Yeah. What's it to you?" I turn and glare back at him.
He throws his hands up in defense. "Just asking, what? We can't be on a first name basis?"
"No."
"Miss. Tyree and Mr. Marcello would you either of you like to inform the class on how a tornado is formed?"
"Tornadoes form when a column of spinning air gathers around a low pressure point in a thundercloud and becomes powerful enough to stretch from the cloud to the ground." I automatically say aloud. "However, you have to have a thunder clouds for a tornado. Thunderstorm clouds that produce tornadoes are made when the air close to the ground is warm and moist, and the atmosphere is unstable, quickly growing colder at higher elevations and layering with dry air that clashes with the moist air rising from the surface of the earth. When met with a cold front or a similar condition, these layers of rising air form potent thunderclouds that can create both storms and tornadoes. Am I right?"
The whole class goes quiet and Marcello whistles. I have to say, I got lucky. I've wanted to been a storm chaser since the age of 5 when I first saw the movie Twister. So if you ask me about storms…I'm pretty sure I have an answer.
"Very good Miss. Tyree." The teacher smiles and continues showing notes on the power point slide. I keep writing and give myself a small smile feeling pretty confident about this class. For the rest of the class I continue taking notes and annoying Marcello. I'm practically jumping out of my skin. All I have left is one class which is advance home economics. When the bell rings I make a quick exit.
"I heard you got a lovely slushie to your cute fresh face." I look up and see an older woman in a track suit.
"Yeah, but I'm fine now. Don't worry about it." I close my locker and smile at her.
"Oh, I wasn't worried I wanted to know if there was a video."
"Ex..Excuse me?" who is this woman.
"Don't you know who I am?" the woman says confidently.
"Not a clue." I shake my head.
"Well let me fill you in Jersey Shore Barbie. I'm Coach Sylvester; I'm the coach of the cheerleading team. I have to say if you join the glee club it would be your first mistake as a new student."
"Oh…well it's nice to meet you?" I say, confused.
"Take my advice J-wow. Don't join the glee club." The why she says glee club makes me shiver. Does everyone hate them here?
"I'll consider it…" I nod and trudge past her. When I turn over my shoulder she's still there. "By the way…I'm half Mexican. Not Italian." I smirk and keep walking. I can already tell she's going to be a handful.
When I walk into home economic I notice a boy I saw performing at lunch. Great another glee kid to harass me to join. I sigh at the fact the seat next to him is the only vacant one. I put my bag down and sit on the stool.
"You're Rowan Tyree. The school and the glee club is already buzzing about you! I'm Kurt Hummel. Welcome to McKinley!" He holds out his hand eagerly and I shake it.
"Nice to meet you too, so would you like to tell me what going on. I just transferred from Carmel and they worshiped their glee club."
"Oh? How interesting! Well here everyone just kind of…hates our guts. We are literally the bottom of the social chain."
Kurt and I stop talking when the teacher stands at the front of the room. Typical first day procedures: rules, grading scales, syllabus, nothing out of the normal here. I sigh in relief. Finally something normal has happened on the first day.
(The next morning)
I find myself standing before club sign ups. My dad thinks that I should do something more than running. I scan the sheets and stop on the glee club auditions and read the names:
Rachel Berry (with a lovely gold star)
Finn Hudson
Artie A.
Quinn Fabray
Lauren Z.
Santana L.
Brittany P. (with a kitten drawn beside it)
Mercedes J.
Sam E.
Kurt Hummel
Mike C.
Tina C.
Dick
Gay
Hitler
I laugh a little at the Hitler joke. Maybe I could try glee club. I mean they'd be willing to go around the cross country schedule, plus its only singing and dancing. How much could it hurt?
"I see you going to make a mistake." I roll my eyes hearing the voice of Sylvester.
"I honestly don't see the big deal in joining."
"Don't you care what people think of you Jersey Barbie?"
"Not really." I shrug.
"Of course you do…everyone does. So how about I cut you a deal. I'll let you be co-captain of the cheerleading team. Becky here says she's willing to work with you." I look down and see a handicapped girl in a uniform and smile a little.
"I'm sorry….but I'll have to decline." I turn to the board and my pen is snapped out of my hand and thrown down the hall way.
"Really?" I look up at her.
"I'm saving you Snooki. Trust me." With that she turns and goes down the hall and little Becky follows. As soon as she is out of sight I pull out a sharpie and write my name taking up two lines and draw a slushie besides it. I think I'll be the one to make my own decisions around here.