Chapter 2
It had been a really shitty day. The weather was all around awful; the wind was causing my eyes to tear up and the rain was making my hair frizz. I looked atrocious.
We were sitting in Glee club and even though I was miserable, I was looking at the legs, hips, breasts, and lips of the diva of the group. Miss Rachel Berry.
The question in my mind is not why am I ogling this person so obviously, but rather, why did it take me so damn long to see how beautiful Rachel was. She really is quite a sight to see. I've tuned out most of what she's saying because to be honest, she can be rather annoying.
Rachel Berry. She was the only person I know who had the ambition and determination to get out of Lima, Ohio. In truth, I think that scared me. It scared me to know how much I envied her.
We first met our freshman year of high school. She was wearing her high socks and her hideous yellow cardigan. What turned me off most about Rachel was that she was just so damn confident. She walked around school like she was untouchable, even with red slushy dripping down her face. Like she knew that she was the only one at William McKinley High who was going to get out.
It was her voice. She was good. She was damn good. People who hated her would stop doing everything just to watch her sing. No matter how much people hated her, we would still clap after every performance. It was like she cast her spell on people whenever she sung.
But at some point, that spell would wear off. This one time I found Rachel crying in the girl's bathroom trying to get the red slushy out of her shirt. For a split second, I could feel my heart ache for her but instead of saying something helpful or nice, I'd find myself saying " Wow, Berry… I think your outfit looks better than it did before". Time and time again, I would bring her down. At some point, I realized I probably didn't have a heart anymore. I wouldn't feel anything when I saw her being slushied, I didn't feel sorry or bad anymore. I felt nothing. So when she looked at me that day, with a sense of determination, I found myself scared shitless.
I could never have prepared myself for the whirlwind of miss Rachel Barbra Berry.