"The course of true love never did run smooth." ~ William Shakespeare
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Kailani Hummel, an innocent small-town genderfluid teenager, gets sucked into a world that seems like only they can navigate in an attempt to save everyone they love. Will Qu...
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Brooke hadn't expected to be thrown into a classroom with Santana and Brittany, especially a senior's class when she was only a sophomore and had no clue what she was doing in class in her time period.
Why would Sue think she knew any of this crap?
And it was just Brooke's luck she had somehow been assigned the table directly across the aisle from Brittany and Santana, beside some smelly kid names Jacob that wouldn't stop staring at her boobs in the Cheerios uniform Sue had given her.
Apparently, as Sandbags Junior, she was automatically on the Cheerios with Reese and Juniper when they approached her to try out last week. Recruiting her Aunt Sue's past version in their secret mission may have been a glorious idea, or a horrible nightmare.
Brooke tried to keep her head down, forcing her eyes to stay away from the pervert beside her and her parents on her left, but it was becoming hard to ignore the pain in her chest every time she heard Santana and Brittany talk to one another, genuinely happy together.
"What's the capital of Ohio?" Their Teacher, Mrs Viola, asked as she turned around and spotted the young latina, who somehow ended up in her class, drawing something in color pencil in her notebook. "Miss Knight."
Brooke didn't move, not paying enough attention to recognize that the teacher was indeed addressing her code name as she carried along with her drawing of Prince Fletcher, a fluffy orange striped cat with three legs her mother had adopted in hopes of helping her children heal.
"Miss Knight." Mrs. Viola called to her student again, growing irritated with Brooke's constant struggle to stay present in their class discussions.
By this time, multiple eyes were watching Brooke's 'name' completely fly over her head, snickering as the teacher picked up the ruler beside her and let it come slamming down on the table top beside the latina.
"Brooke Knight!"
Brooke jumped in fright, head shooting up and looking around in embarassment as her color pencils waterfall to the floor below her before she could scramble to catch them, laughter ringing around her.
"Do you mind answering the question?" Mrs. Viola asked, crossing her arms over her chest and nodding to the board. "Or were you too busy with your coloring?"
"Uh...Um..." Brooke gulped, trying to get her dyslexia to calm down for five seconds so she could appropriately try and read the cursive on the board. "O?"
Instantly, more quiet laughter and whispers were heard around the room. Brooke sank down in her seat in embarrassment, eyes naturally migrating towards Brittany's for comfort, only to have her heart choke at the sight of Santana trying to hide her giggling.
