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Santana Lopez had lived in New York her whole life. She lived in a small, 2-bedroom apartment with her parents, a hard-working-but-down-on-his-luck doctor, and a librarian. To say her life was easy would be an overstatement. They weren't excessively poor, but they certainly weren't breezing by in life. There were struggles, and a few times when they had to cut down on food and clothing, just to pay the bills each month. Her parents were out from 7am till 11pm each weekday, trying as hard as possible to make ends meet. Because of that, Santana grew up very introverted, choosing to speak as little as possible. To fill the void of emptiness, she wrote. She wrote daily, scribbling page after page of scribbly writing. She created characters, endless characters, characters she'd like to be friends with. She created stories to help escape from her sad, lonely reality.
To say Santana had a gift with words would've been an understatement, a huge understatement. She could make the oddest of sentences flow together, carefully choosing the perfect word from her large vocabulary. And lets not forget, she started writing at the age of 8. She was talented, but unfortunately her parents had no idea, seeing as they had little time to spend quality time with their only daughter.
By the time Santana was 15, she was writing full-length books, written in such a way that would've made any older, published author weep. The storylines were heart wrenching, they made you sob, and then laugh, then smile, before delving back into sadness. They were perfectly balanced, the characters exquisitely detailed. Santana's gift for words was well beyond her tender years.
It was obvious, from a very early age, that Santana was destined to be an author, publishing endless books that all rocketed to the top of the New York Time's Bestseller List. She was certain to be making millions easily by the time she was 25, a global phenomenon with a huge fanbase. That was Santana's dream; all she wanted to do was do what she loved, and make her parents proud. She wanted to make sure they never had another worry about money, and bills, and mortgages. She just wanted to give them the easy, comfortable lifestyle they so deserved.
Unfortunately, although her home life was relaxing, albeit lonely, her school life was total opposite. Being such a withdrawn, shy person, Santana often got bullied. She got words thrown at her everyday, words like 'freak', 'emo', 'weirdo'. They hurt, but she was determined to never, ever cry in front of them. Seeing as she had no friends, she had no one to stick up for her. She knew she should've told an older, responsible adult but she was too shy to tell a teacher, and she really didn't want to make her parent's lives any worse but adding more worries onto their plate, which was full enough. Santana struggled through school life, determined to get out of there and make a name for herself.
When she graduated, no one was there to congratulate her. Her parents were working, again. Now she was off to college or wherever, they had to work twice as hard just to fund the fees. It hurt, seeing all the other people rushing up to their moms, dads, siblings, whatever. She had no way of getting home either, so she had to walk in the rain, which was pelting it down by then. Her hair and clothes were soaked by then, and she was chilled to the bone. All she wanted was to crawl into bed and sleep, sleep forever. But she had to clean the house and make dinner first. So all Santana could do was cry whilst she was making the beds, her vision blurred until the sheets were soaked with salty tears.
In the fall, Santana started at Cornell University, studying English. Seeing as she wanted to be an author, she figured the best way to develop her (already amazing) skills was to enroll at a top university and study her favourite subject. She graduated top of her class 3 years later. She had spent every waking hour of her time studying and writing. She didn't have any money to go out drinking at night, so making friends was hard. She had to live at home as well, as the room fees were too much for her parents. But she had achieved one thing, she had thought when her parents finally saw her graduate. She had made her parents proud. And she hoped she could make them even prouder as the years went by.