THE NAME OF THE GAME | ❝ your smile, and the sound of your voice, and the way you see through me. ❞
Roseline Doyle joined the glee club to surround herself with people like her, powerless but determined to be great. It was perfect, until the blue ey...
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CHAPTER FOUR ≪ ◦❖ the name of the game ❖ ◦ ≫ ↳ season one episode fourteen ↲
𝗥𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗪𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗𝗡'𝗧 𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟 herself a pessimist, not would she call herself an optimist. She'd access the situation at hand, and decide what felt right; at this moment, pessimism felt right.
They had won Sectionals, but nothing had changed. They were still at the bottom of the high school food chain, and that irked Roseline immensely. You may be asking, how does she know this? She was standing in the middle of the girl's bathroom, wiping the bright blue slushy stains out of her brand-new cardigan.
She turned her head over to her left. Rachel was still cleaning out the chunks of ice out her hair, and on the opposite side of her stood Mercedes who was helping out Kurt (who somehow manage to walk in with them), get slushy out of his designer book bag.
Roseline sighed, "I've had enough of this." The three Glee Club members turned their attention over to the fuming blonde. "They can't keep getting away with this shit." She slammed the wet paper towel into the sink.
Kurt looked over to the blonde, "There's not much we can do, Roz." A nickname the Glee club had come up with. "Karofsky and his gang of mutts aren't going to stop, no matter how many competitions we win."
Roseline rolled her eyes, as Mercedes nodded in agreement. Rachel on the other hand stood up straight, "Roseline's right." She agreed, "We actually win things, unlike the Football team, and all we have to do to prove that is by winning Regionals."
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𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗟𝗬, 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗪𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗡'𝗧 the only ones worried. Mr. Shue had a worried look on his face, which he quickly changed to a smile, as they entered the choir room.
"Hello." He said, spinning around and pointing at the whiteboard with a drawing of a stick figure with a speech bubble saying "hello."
The kids looked at him confusingly. Once again he said, "Hello." Dragging out the O. This surly got their attention and he received a mumble of quick hello's (plus Rachel's enthusiastic hello).
"What do you guys say when you answer the phone?" He asked.
"What up?" Mercedes responded.
"Who dis be?" Artie said.
"No, she's dead, this is her son." Kurt's blunt response received a few shocked looks from the teens and their teacher.
Roseline and Joey looked over at Kurt, mumbling, "Same." And giving the boy a quick high-five.
"Okay." Mr. Shue responded, gaining back the attention, "Alexander Graham Bell, inventor of the telephone, liked to say, "ahoy, ahoy" when he answered the phone. It was Edison who decided that "hello" was a more appropriate greeting." The teens stared at him blankly. He sighed, "I am really proud of what you guys did at sectionals. But, as most of you have realized by now, it hasn't made a bit of difference in your day-to-day at school."
