CHAPTER 1:
“But Maaaaaa,” Santana exclaimed. “Why do I have to go to the park? I don’t know anyone!”
“You have friends, Santana. What about Quinn, or Rachel?” Santana’s mother, Maribel, said.
“They don’t count. They don’t listen to me at all, and I only hang out with them because I like when Rachel sings and she only sings to Quinn.”
“Just try to be nice, honey. You will make friends soon enough.”
When they arrived at the Lima Height Park, Santana reluctantly climbed out of Maribel’s bright blue minivan. Santana looks around the park, and sees Rachel and Quinn playing soccer. Rachel spotted her and yelled, “Hey Santana, come play soccer!” Santana shook her head, but Rachel excitedly ran over and grabbed her so she would play. Santana was basically dragged over to the game, so she decides to just “play” instead of trying to get out of Rachel’s grip.
When Santana got on the field, she tried to get out of the game, but she tripped herself and fell straight into a girl that she didn’t know.
“Are you okay?” The girl asked. Santana looks down at her knees, which were scraped pretty badly.
“I don’t know. It doesn’t hurt as bad as it looks.” Santana mumbled.
“Are you sure, I can go get your mom if you want me too.”
“No, I’m fine. But thank you for the offer.”
Santana and the girl look into each other’s eyes. Suddenly, Santana’s cheeks become redder than Rudolph’s nose. Her face seemed as hot as the sun, and she couldn’t feel the pain from her knees anymore. She felt a feeling that she knew she shouldn’t feel, but she felt them anyways. These were feelings that came at random moments, like when the wind blew up Quinn’s dress, showing the upper part of Quinn’s legs, or when Rachel would get tired during lunch and lay her head in Santana’s lap.
“Hi, my name is Brittany! What’s yours?”
“M-M-My name’s Santana. H-hi.” Santana nervously stuttered, obviously flustered.
“That’s a really cool name! I wonder if we are going to be in the same classes next year! How old are you? I’m 12!”
“A-Awesome! I’m 12 also! Are you going to, um, Lima Height Middle school?”
“Yes! That’s totally cool! This will be my second year there. What about you?”
“This will be my first year! Do you think you could show me around when school starts?”
“You can count on me! You should join the dance club with me! You look like a real dancer.”
“I guess, as long as you’re there.”
“Great! Do you think I could car pool with you? I live 9 blocks away on Lily Street, house 403.”
“That is such a coincidence! I live on Lily Street, house 404! I live across the street from you! I’ll go ask my mom if you can ride with us, and I’m sure she’ll say yes! Would you like to come with me?”
“Sure! Where is she?”
“Over there. Come on Brittany!” Santana brings Brittany over to her mom, Maribel.
