MWAHAHAHAH! I FINALLY GOT ON MY LAZY BUM AND UPDATED! READ! Oh and I had to repost because I forgot the first half lol. I'm dumb…
DISCLAIMER: Ryan Murphy, you have full rights to take our ideas because glee is yours and we disclaim, but I must say…
CHENO STRIP ES MUY NO BUENO! ES MUY, MUY MAL! YO NO GUSTO!
Translation: CHENO STRIP VERY NOT GOOD! VERY, VERY BAD! I NO LIKE!
APRIL'S POV
I sleep in for I don't even know how long. By the time I'm actually awake, it's at least ten or eleven. That's about the most sleep I've gotten in at least two weeks, and I feel really renewed and fresh.
Then it occurs to me that I really should be be getting to school.
I practically leap out of bed and run into the bathroom. Figuring I won't have time to take a shower, I splash some water onto my face and madly brush through my thick hair with a brush as it snags every so often on my curls when I hear Debbie at the door.
"April, what are you doing?" Debbie asks, obviously hearing me moving around in the bathroom.
"I-ow-need to get to school!" I yell as my brush hits another tangle. Dang it!
"What are you talking about? You're staying home remember?"
Oops…
"Just calm down, April, you'll be fine. Will's bringing your homework later," Debbie reminds me.
See, this is exactly what happens when I'm either asleep or drunk and decide to do something.
"Sorry…" I say as I stop wrenching through my hair. My head starts lightly throbbing from the hard brushing as I sheepishly walk out of the bathroom.
"April, you need to relax," Debbie says. "Stop worrying about everything so much. You need to sleep, eat a bit more, and catch up for school. I'll be taking care of Rachel myself."
"Okay."
I pick up my bag that I had snatched up when I was in my hurried flurry and pulled out an English text book to study. I figure I better bring my grades back up again if I plan to actually graduate by the age of forty one. (This is also considering the fact that the last time I tried graduating, I was thirty four.)
I flip through some pages in it to a current lesson and read a few sentences until I get bored. Honestly, the way that people actually TEACH English is what's so dang boring. All this crap with text books and stuff, it's not interesting. And people wonder why kids don't study…
After forcing myself to shove a bit more of the English book into my brain I switch to history. I still find it really pointless, but it's better than a pile of stuff on grammar. Really, I don't see much point in it. History consists of a bunch of old dead white guys and some wars fought such a long time ago that all that's left of said wars tend to disintegrate at just the slightest gust of air.
The only reason it can even remotely interest me is because I probably would wanna know about if, say, I get cast in a show around a time I haven't actually LIVED. Rent, for example, was in the nineties. I was there. I huffed a lot upholstery cleaner… on the other hand, Les Miserables is in Victorian France during some social movement or something.
Hey, look, I did pick up something from History. Wait, no, that was from like chapter one or something. I guess it just takes a while for those lessons to settle into my slow, worn out brain. All the stuff I've tried over years don't help either, I'll add.
I'm positioned so I'm laying on my stomach on Will's bed with the book laid out in front of me as the results of dashing around after waking up are already beginning to take affect on me. Between the ridiculously boring book, and the slowly invading drowsiness, I find myself almost falling asleep a few times until I actually do fall asleep.
I land in a dream with cast of Rent and Les Miserables, which isn't too surprising to me considering my train of thought today when an optimistic orphan, a dancing fat girl and a creepy guy in a mask wander into my dream. Then soon after, a traveling salesman scam artist and an uptight librarian wander into the dream along with two singing witches and three office women, one of which I'd swear was my auntie from Texas…
Once I believe the dream can't get any weirder is when it ends. I feel some gentle tapping in my shoulder and I realize that my face is in a text book. Crap… that's gonna show tonight.
I look up and I see that it's Debbie. "Hey, April, I thought since you fell asleep during lunch you'd want your food now. It's almost dinner."
"Thanks…" I say, sitting up and hopping down off the bed.
There it is! I just had to get those Broadway references in there, I mean it's April! Lol anyways I thought it'd be funny if April thought that Doralee Rhodes in 9 to 5 was her aunt. If April was born in the seventies it fits her age. Besides, I thought the last name similarities plus the short blond with the hint of a southern ring would be kind of funny.
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MRS. SCHUESTER'S POV
I hope April gets her stuff back on track again. This has really set her back and I know she's serious about graduating. She sits down at the dinner table and yawns, I can already tell she's not going to want to do homework tonight at all. Dinner's going pretty well, Will explains to April what she missed at school and she looks like she wants to cry when he tells her what all she needs to do. She's just overwhelmed right now, and I'm not really happy that he explained it the way he did. She'll be fine, I'll probably have to help her sort through it all.
Rachel hasn't really touched her food, but she's nibbled a few bites of her baked potato, "Come on Rachel, I really want you to eat a few more bites, it'll help you feel a lot better…"
She just stares at me and takes a tiny bite of her potato takes a sip of the Gatorade, I'm trying to get her to drink something with either vitamins in it, or electrolytes, because she's losing so much weight, and not eating, I want her to get something substantial in her body. She looks very disappointed in her self because she's actually taken a few more bites of the potato.
"It's not that bad now, is it?" I smile at her.
She shakes her head no, and Will smiles at her, so does April, who's eaten pretty much the entire potato. I've never seen someone as tiny as she is eat so much. Well, when you hardly eat for two weeks, I guess that would make her eat a little more than she normally does.
April looks at Will, "I seriously have all that school stuff to do by tomorrow?"
"Not tomorrow. Your teachers said that you have as much time as you need. They know what happened, and it's okay with them if you take your time…" he explains.
"Okay, cuz there's no way I could get all of that done tonight…" she replies.
"When you're ready to look at it, it's all on the coffee table…" he says to her.
She nods, and yawns, "I'm not awake enough to concentrate right now…"
"If you want, I can help you sort through it all and figure out what you should work on now, and what you can save for later." I say to her.
"Okay. I don't know if I can get up tomorrow…." she tells me.
"it's still early. Will, can you clean up the kitchen so I can help April? Even if we just get it all organized and maybe one assignment done, you can go to sleep as soon as it's finished…"
"Kay…" she yawns. Walking into the living room.
I meet her in the living room a few minutes later. And she's struggling to stay awake. "Hey, I know you're tired, but we've gotta do this. Just hang in there…" I smile.
She just looks at me and yawns, "I'm exhausted Debbie. There were days where I wouldn't get any sleep at all, it's hard…"
"I know. I'm gonna help you, it'll be okay. Just try to relax…" I tell her.
"Mmk…" she whimpers, glancing down at the pile of papers in front of us. I glance at her and I can tell she's completely warn out, now she's stressing over this school stuff, and she's still a little pale from when she was hardly eating.
"April… it's okay…" I reassure her, putting my arm on her shoulder. This is when I notice a tear brimming in her eye.
"Hey, Shhh… it'll be okay…" I slowly say, rubbing her back. She hasn't had any time to just slow down and breathe, and now that she does, it's all catching up to her at once. I notice Rachel walking into the guest bedroom out of the corner of my eye. For once she's not crying, which is a good thing. She's followed by Will coming into the living room a few minutes later.
"April? What's wrong?" He asks, seeing her tears.
"I'm just so tired…" she whimpers.
I hug her, "Shhhh… we can do this later. You need to relax, take a warm bath, or something, and definitely sleep."
"Let's just skip to the sleep…" she yawns.
"Honey, if you take a warm bath, it'll relax your muscles and you'll be able to sleep better…" I explain.
"Oh…"
"I'm sorry I basically dumped all this work on you today, I thought about waiting until tomorrow. And I probably should have." he says, apologizing to her for making her even more stressed out. She just leans into me and closes her eyes.
I gently rub her shoulder and Will just sighs. "I know you're trying Will. This has just been really hard on her. Everything's just caught up to her at once, and she's exhausted…"
He nods, and I look down, she's sleeping. Will smiles at me, "I guess the school stuff is gonna have to wait for later…"
"Don't worry about it… I'm thinking about keeping her here tomorrow too. She's not ready to go back yet…" I tell him.
"That's a good idea. She needs her rest."
"Hey, I need to go check on Rachel. Do you think you could get her into bed for me?" I ask him.
"yeah, sure." he smiles, standing up, and quietly moving to the couch. He then gently picks her up from the couch and carries her into the bedroom.