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AUGUST 13TH - Rise and shine, because today is the day! Sure, it's an average day at school for the rest of the student body at William McKineley High School, but to the singing stars, today is the first glee club meeting. So spend the day in class and make sure you stay after school for the first meeting of the year so we can discuss the future of glee club and perhaps make a few friends while you're there?
That was the first sound I heard. Stretching my long arm over to my nightstand, my hand smacked down onto my alarm clock, aiming right on the snooze button as I opened my eyes, seeing darkness underneath my eye mask. I sat up, stretching my arms out and yawning, pushing the sleep mask on top of my brown locks, feeling a smile spread across my face.
School. Back to school after a long hot summer, half of which I spent in Brazil. I was ready to go back though, ready to make my grand entrance.
Throwing my comforter and sheets back, I threw my legs over the side of the bed, standing up and shuffling across my hardwood floor, towards my private bathroom. Starting the hot water up in the shower, I stripped of my silk, Victoria's Secret pajamas, then hopping in.
I got out a little while later, after my body was scrubbed with it's kiwi exfoliator, and after my hair was washed in cold water so that it's shine was perfection. I wrapped my robe around my body, beginning to blow dry my hair, then going about my morning routine.
I curled my hair so that it hung in it's signature bouncy curls, doing my makeup so that my brown eyes looked even more appealing and my skin was more glowing.
Slipping into my closet, I grabbed my favorite bra and panties (for good luck!), then throwing a soft pink tank top over my head, as well as shrugging on a pair of super skinny light wash jeans onto my long legs. I clasped a gold chain around my neck, picking out my favorite bag and slipping a hot pink, snakeskin pump onto my tanned foot.
I threw my necessities into my bag, then turning, looking into the full length mirror in my room. On any other person at William McKinley, they'd look like Barbie threw up on them after a hangover. But on my tan, glistening skin and supermodel thin body, it was perfect.
I walked downstairs, where my mother and father were in the kitchen, my father on his laptop, e-mailing someone, my mother reading a book while sipping coffee. "Good morning, Elyse!" She trills.
I smile, heading to the fridge and grabbing a bottle of Fiji water out, then slipping another one into my bubblegum pink bag. "Morning," I say back. I open a cupboard, grabbing the box of freshly made, chocolate-chip croissants. I grab one, putting it onto a plate and sitting at the table. I bite into it, the chewy chocolate melting into my mouth before swallowing.
My mother and dad make small talk, as usual, talking about business, and other boring things. I finish my croissant, putting my plate in the sink, and throwing my now-empty bottle of Fiji water into the trash. It was seven thirty, and I definitely needed to get to class.
I wave goodbye, slipping out the door and sliding into my Mercedes-Benz, getting behind the wheel, saying goodbye for a moment before heading off to school.
I park my car, getting out and grabbing my bag, looking at the high school lying before me. William Mckinley High School, a cliche public school. It may be cliche though, but I consider it kinda a home. My kingdom, where I rule.
I take a deep breath, walking towards the front door, ignoring the double takes people do when I walk by, and then finally, pushing open the door, and beginning to strut down the hall. The people part like the red sea, standing by in awe and jealousy as I keep my head held high, my expensive bag hanging from the crook of my arm as I head towards my locker, where a very special someone is waiting for me.
"Hey," I say casually, my Brazilian accent lingering, leaning in and planting a soft, quick kiss on my boyfriend, Freddie's, lips. I reach up to the dial, and after a second of playing with the numbers, my locker door opens, and I grab my books out. I shuffle around in my bag, finally grabbing my schedule and pinning it on the mini cork board I have hanging in my locker.
"Hey," He says back, a smile on his adorable and cute face. "Are you still going to come to glee after school?" He asks.
Freddie had been begging me to join glee club and be apart of New Directions since he found out I could sing months ago. He joined last year, and although he was bullied and tormented for it, he never left. It's a good thing, too, because he has an amazing voice.
But after him begging and pleading and me saying that I didn't want too, and making excuses like I was too busy with cheerleading, I gave in. I just couldn't take him begging. But now as he was asking me this, I was having some second thoughts.
"Yes," I sigh, shifting my books to the other arm. I look up at him, my big brown eyes pleading, "Do I haaavveee to?" I whine, shooting him a puppy dog look.
"Elyse!" He says, looking at me, saddened. "Come on, you promised! Remember?"
I think back. I did promise. And Freddie was just about the only person in this school I made promises too, so it isn't like I can just break that promise, he's also my boyfriend, who I'm in love with. "Fine, I'll be there." I say, just as the bell rings. "Right after class?"
He nods, "Yep," He says. "In the choir room," He says and I give him a quick kiss.
"I know," I say as I wave goodbye, walking to my first class, strutting down the hall and watching the people turn to stop and stare.
Classes flew by. They went quickly, thank God. Although I'm a straight A student and pretty damn smart, sitting through class and listening to the teacher talk about something I probably already know is not something I look forward to doing seven days a week.
The final bell rings and I take extra special time to gather my books, then getting up out of my seat, one of the lasts to leave. I drop my books off at my locker, where Freddie has come to wait for me.
I raise an eyebrow at him as he leans against the locker next to mine.
"I wanted to make sure you wouldn't bail," He smirks.
I roll my eyes, "Ugh, seriously, I'm not going to be able to sit there and put up with those losers," I say.
"They're actually pretty cool, E, who knows? You might like them."
"Yeah, I bet I'm going to enjoy listening to Lola talk a million miles a minute," I roll my eyes again.
I didn't know much about Lola. I had a few classes with her, but the only thing I pretty much did know, was that she was so f*cking annoying. She talked a lot, and the second that pale white hand shoots up in class, I immediately shoot mine up, ready to go to the girls bathroom, just to avoid her speech and correction of the teacher's mistake. I could just never take it.
But now I knew I was too deep into this to get out, and I was going to have to listen to her. Her and all the other geeks.
I realize I'm being kinda a b*tchy hypocrite though, considering that now I'm joining glee club, I'm probably going to be considered a geek as well. Just great. My worst nightmare coming true.
We reach the choir room, a bit early I'm guessing, since Mr. Shue, also the Spanish teacher, isn't there. The other members of glee club are though. I recognize most of them. Most I've seen passing in the hallway, some I have classes with and whatnot.
I stare at all of them, and Freddie looks at me expectantly, a grin on his face. "So? What do you think?"
I wrinkle up my little nose, looking at them, "Still not liking this,"
"Come on," He says nudging my shoulder slightly, before reaching down and taking my hand, and I smiled lightly, the warmth of his hand radiating through mine.
We walk over to two red chairs that are open, right next to Lola herself, who's talking fast to Kent, who's nodding, equally excited to hear Lola's ideas I guess.
What did I just get myself into? All for the sake of making Freddie happy and making myself happy because honestly? I did love singing. It calmed me. When things were tough and things were stressful, singing got me through it.
"Hello!" Mr. Shue announces his arrival with a single clap of his hands as he walks in the room and the room gets kinda quiet except for of course Lola and Kent's annoying, fast-paced clapping.
Aren't they all bright-eyed and bushy tailed.
I resist the urge to roll my eyes and instead sit up straighter in my seat, crossing my long legs.
"I am /so/ happy to have all of you guys back this year for New Directions!" He says enthusiastically, a gigantic smile plastered on his face, showing off his blazing white teeth.
"It's great to be back, Mr. Shue!" Lola says cheerily. "I also have to discuss some things with you, I already have some ideas for sectionals, so that we're just a given to win!"
And so it begins.
"Woah, woah, Lola, let's not jump ahead, it's only the first day," Mr. Shue says, holding up his hands, as if that can stop her rapid thinking. "First of all, although I am happy to have all of you back, I am also pleased to see a new face in this room," He smiles.
I could feel my already pink cheeks turning slightly pinker as he gestures to me. I'm used to attention, being a cheerleader, and one of the most popular- who am I kidding? I'm /the/ most popular!- girl in school, I'm used to people staring and saying my name. But I feel slightly embarrassed being introduced into the glee club. Into a club full of geeks- no offense, Freddie.
"Let's all give a warm welcome to Elyse Flores," He says, clapping a little bit and smiling brightly.
I smile back and look as everyone turns to look at me, almost like they're shocked I'm there. And to be honest, I'm kinda shocked I'm here in the first place.
"What is Brazilian Barbie doing here?" Lola says bluntly, looking to me, as if she's finally noticing I'm in this room and sitting right next to her.
"Excuse me?" I raise an eyebrow. Lola has alway seemed intimidated by me, like most people. Although I've never spoken more two words to her, I could tell by the way she backed away when I walked down the hall and how she always looks at me whenever I'm around. But while she seems afraid of me, it seems like Lola's bluntness stops for no one.
"Well, come on, just cause you're South American and gorgeous and can do pretty much anything doesn't mean you can sing," She states.
Freddie tugs gently on my arm, as if wanting to stop me from getting in this argument even before it's begun. I ignore him.
"Are you questioning my musical abilities?"
"Yes, I might just be," She says. "Even if you can sing I doubt it's as good as you think."
I snicker, "Please, at least I'm able to sing without breaking windows,"
"At least I can hit the right notes," She sneers back.
"Ladies!" Mr. Shue says, a single clap. "Stop. Lola, I can guarantee you that Elyse is a good singer, and you'll hear it tomorrow when we all perform a number, okay?"
Lola crosses her hands over her flat chest and I smirk, tapping my heels on the marble floor.
"Now, I have to discuss some things with you," Mr. Shue says, and he goes off on a long speech about how glee club is about 'expressing yourself through your musical talents' and blah blah blah, and he ends with a very motivational saying about how we're going to make it to nationals and win and make our school proud.
Please, like that's going to happen.
Finally, he dismisses us and I get up from my chair, grabbing my Balenciaga from under my chair and watching as Freddie gets up, along with the rest of the glee club.
Freddie walks with Nick, and I sigh lightly, standing there and watching them.
"You don't belong here," Lola says bluntly, and I snap out of my mini daydream, turning to see her standing right beside me, looking so short and tiny next to my tall stature.
I smirk a little, smugly. "I bet I belong here more than you do," I snort.
"Listen, Elyse, just because you're cheerleading captain, and you're dating captain of the football team, doesn't mean you can even handle the pressure and stress that comes with glee club," She says, beginning to walk slowly and I walk with her, glaring at her.
I snort, "Please, save it," I say, looking at her as we walk slowly down the hall. "You're just afraid because I might be better than you,"
She rolls her eyes, "With that broken, Brazilian accent, I doubt you could even sing in the right pitch and still be able to pronounce the words,"
I laugh, "I'd rather have my Brazilian accent than your annoying voice,"
She looks at me, stopping and turning to face me. "I'm just trying to save you from getting hurt. Just because Freddie is in glee club doesn't mean you have to be, maybe you should just stick to cheerleading," She says it to me so casually, as if she's trying to help me.
"You haven't even heard me sing," I remind her. "Just you wait until tomorrow though, I'll blow you right out of the water," I smirk, turning away from her and strutting along, taking my normal long strides as I catch up with Freddie and Nick, who are waiting right near the door for me.
Nick is a pretty good friend of Freddie, and because of that, Nick and I have grown to become pretty close as well. We were friends and I was proud to say it. Although he could be annoying and obnoxious, he was a pretty cool guy.
And if Freddie and I weren't going out, I wouldn't mind dating him. But I know he doesn't date. Just sleeps around, tossing girls aside like old, dirty socks once they've been too worn out. It's kinda impressive, along with being disgusting. He definitely knows how to get what he wants and his social skills are outstanding.
"So, how was your first day of glee club, E?" Nick asks, winking at me.
"It wasn't as bad as you thought right?" Freddie says to me casually, reaching down and grasping my hand.
I shrug, "I guess not," I say rolling my eyes.
I really thought I was going to end up going to one meeting and then never returning. Although I kinda still wanted to just that, I couldn't. I couldn't disappoint Freddie, and I knew that now, I had to prove Lola wrong because she was obviously wrong, stupid judgmental b*tch.
And most of all, I had to prove something and try not to disappoint myself.
And that had to be the most important reason of all.