I groaned as I turned over to turn off my alarm. I rubbed the tiredness out of my eyes as I checked my phone for any calls or texts from my dad.
"You can at least act like you cared." I muttered under my breath, seeing I had nothing. The last time I had heard from him was when he complained to me about going to Minnesota to pick up a new start but ended up bringing a group of 4 teenage boys to LA instead.
I'm not surprised, though Gustavo Rocque cares more about his bands more than his own daughter. He met my mom because she was teaching one of his older bands years ago. My parents never dated, only had a fling with each other. I thought for a second, maybe mom has heard from him.
"Hey Mom, have you heard from dad at all?" I asked her, walking into the kitchen, sitting down on a chair.
"Nothing." She said shaking her head but stopped seeing my mood drop even deeper. "Oh, sweetheart. He'll call soon." She said walking over to me, embracing me before looking into my eyes. "If he doesn't, it doesn't need to affect us. It won't be our faults that he is missing out on the best thing he created. Ms. Gabriella Celine Roque." She said with a big smile on her face then got up and hitting my arm lightly. "Now stop mopping around and get ready for school."
We laughed lightly as I hugged her.
"You are the best mom ever."
"I know. Now get into the shower and you can eat while you drive to school." I gave her a look that looked like I was saying "Really." "Hey don't give my that look you eat all the time while driving. Just don't text and drive, I don't need a call saying my daughter is in the hospital on a day I don't have to be at a school." I laughed at her. I knew she was joking, but her face said that she was serious.
After I got ready, I went to my car and turned on the radio to hear my favorite song playing while I sang along.
"I feel like I've been locked up tight, for a century of lonely nights. Waiting for someone to Release me"
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We were in the choir room doing a terrible dance routine. Quinn just looked around at all of us, confused at what we were doing. I just shrugged at her and continued to do it, making the best out of it.
"Can we stop, please?" Rachel interrupted.
"You don't have to ask me every time for permission to go to the bathroom, Rachel, you can just go." Mr. Shue said to her, gesturing to the door.
"It's not my bladder." He turned to her, confused. "It's the choreography."
"Okay, what's wrong with the choreography?" He asked. I smirked, knowing that she is going to do what Quinn, Santana, and I told her.
"We can't compete with Vocal Adrenaline with these steps. You're a great vocal coach, Mr. Shue, but you're not a trained choreographer." She said looking at me and Quinn. "That's why we need to be the best. We need Dakota Stanley. He's the best showchoir Choreographer in the Midwest. He works with Vocal Adrenaline. You can't take regionals without him. He was the understudy to the candelabra in Beauty and the Beast on Broadway." She repeated what we said to her earlier.
"Just because he understudied doesn't mean he ever performed."
"Did you ever perform, Mr. Schuester?" Quinn asked, and I joined in.
"After high school. Did you even try?" I asked him while everyone looked at him. As he looked down and the bell rang. I smiled and walked out of the room.

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The Rocque From Lima
Teen FictionYes, Gustavo Rocque is my dad but I don't live with him. I live with my mother Holly Holliday in Lima, Ohio. I am a cheerio and apart of the Unholy Foursome. I barely see my dad anymore, sometimes I go spend summer breaks with him but I mostly stay...