Quinn's P.O.V
It's only my freshman year and it's already hell. I mean seriously though, my high school career is going downhill so quick. I am now scared of high school. I don't think anyone knows the struggle I face with trying to fit in. But that's another story
for another day. I wouldn't really care so much if it weren't for my parents. I mean don't get me wrong I wanna fit in just like the next person, but, not as much as my parents. They want me to be so perfect but I can't. My mom was co-captain of the
cheerios. Rachel's mom was captain at the time, and they were best friends. Still are now. My mom knew I wasn't going to turn out like her. She knew I was going to get slushied. She made a comment that makes me sure of it. "If something happens to
you at school then you'll have to bring an extra pair of clothing to school." Then she proceeded to cry, hug me, and say it was going to be ok. I really don't want to tell her it was Rachel who did it. Cause believe it or not, when we were younger
we were really close like sisters. But that was until 5th grade when I called her a stuck up and stupid little girl for joining the cheerios. I also said that since she wants to join the "witchy squad" she's going to turn out like them and wash my
car someday. So she yelled at me, causing a scene, and said we were no longer best friends. And that Tina and Mercedes were better friends than I was. That's when they formed "The Unholy Trinity" and became super duper popular and my life went downhill.
Santana's P.O.V
My high school life sucks balls. I hate this hell hole already. It's not fair how those bitches can just ruin everyones lives because they think that they are better than everyone else. But I guess we had this mess coming when we rejected "The Bitchy
Trinity" and their dumb boyfriends. I really wish I could give them at least just a little piece them of my mind. But with on their side, it's just no way I'm putting myself through that hell. No gracias. If they took a day in our shoes
they would not like it...,at all.
Brittany's P.O.V
So this is what it feels like to be at the bottom. It sucks. Hard. I guess some people from my middle school were right when they said high school is going to be the same but just bigger stakes. They found this out from they older siblings. Apparently,
you can either change your status or stay your same status. Slushies hurt...and burn...and hard to get out of your clothing and hair. It's also cold, sticky, wet, and just uncomfortable. If this is what the next 4 years of my is going to be like,
I want no part of it. I'll be homeschooled if that's the case. Pray for me.