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You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Prison: My Chemical Romance
"Mhm." I squeeze my eyes shut at the sound of the school bell ringing. I now sit up from the couch and rub my eyes.
"You alright, Brennan?" Coach Sue sits at her desk.
I nod and clear my throat. "Yeah. Just tired. Still...Still processing everything. Anyway, uh, thanks for letting me rest here." I get up and sling my bag over my shoulders and turn.
"Brennan." She walks over to me.
"Yeah?" I turn back.
"You've been through a lot last year and now this one. And contrary to what I say and do, you are not mistake. You are not a burden, or a should-be abortion. You are a human being. A very smart and talented one. Nicole kept you for a reason. And from the one time I've spoken to her, I can see it. She cares about you and she loves you. She did what she thought was best and I can't even begin to imagine what it's like to be in her shoes. Or yours. But just know, you are not a mistake."
"Thanks, Coach Sue." I nod. "I'll see you around." I exit her office. "Bye, Becky."
"Bye, Violet." Becky high fives me.
I make my way to the Glee Club room. "Sorry I'm late." I close the door behind me.
"Trust me, you're not." Brandon tells me.
"You okay?" Mister Shue walks over.
"Yeah. I was studying in the library for my math quiz. Lost track of time." I walk past him and sit down. I set my bag on the floor. I then take out my buzzing phone and look at the text.
From: Sam Did you see her?
I respond back and then shut off my phone. I slip it back into my pocket. I then cross my arms and legs.
"Alright, guys. Let's get down to business. First, let's welcome back Noah Puckerman." Mister Shue says and everyone claps as I squeeze's Puck's shoulder. I then chuckle as Puck fake lunges at Artie, making him flinch. "Puck, I hope your time in juvie has taught you a lesson or two about right and wrong."
"Are you kidding me? I ruled that place. All I did was crack skulls and lift weights all day." Puck tells him.
"Wow. What a catch. Can't believe I ever let you go." Quinn quips.
"And now, drumroll, Finn, because I have in my hand our competition for Sectionals next month." Mister Shue holds up sheet music and the others cheer. "First, the a cappella choir from the all-boys private school in Westerville, the Dalton Academy Warblers."
"Okay. Hold up. Like a million awesome gay jokes just popped into my head." Santana smiles.
"And the other team to beat, the Hipsters, a first-year club from the Warren Township continuing education program. Now, they are a glee club composed entirely of elderly people getting their high school G.E.D.'s."
