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I walk in through the doors to William Mckinley High School. It's my sophomore year, first day back. I take barely three steps before someone shoves my shoulder and I stumble to the side. Of course, that's nothing new. I look behind me and see Santana Lopez snickering with her BFF Brittany Pierce. Their already wearing Cheerios uniforms, even before tryouts. They are Coach Sue's favorites. As I'm looking behind me I feel myself bump into yet another person. I look forward and see a football player. "Watch it, loser," he hisses at me.
Why is everyone so mean to me? You may be asking this, but it's perfectly clear to me. My scraggly blond hair is always shoved in a messy bun at the base of my neck. My glasses take up half of my face. My face could be pretty, I guess, if I wore a little make-up. But why should I have to do that to make people like me? And it wouldn't distract from the fact that I still wear clothes three times my size -- back from the days when I was known as Lucy Caboosey, instead of Loser or Freak. Yeah, I'd lost weight, but that didn't seem to change my rep, even in a new school. I'm just boring Quinn Fabray.
I try to keep my head down as I walk to my locker. I get my books and hear a familiar voice behind me. "Q!"
I turn around and smile at my best friend, Rachel Berry. "Hey, Rach," I say, giving her a hug. Without a greeting, Rachel flings a piece of paper in my face. "What's this?" I ask.
"You know how we never see each other anymore, 'cause I'm in, like, every club and you don't do anything," Rachel says. I sigh. She can be a bit annoying, but I still like her.
"Yeah."
"Well, I found a solution! I found a club we can both join!" says Rachel perkily.
"That's great!" I say. "What is it?"
"GLEE CLUB!"
I frown in disappointment. "Rach, I can't sing."
"That's because you've never tried."
"Yeah. And you know why? Because I can't sing," I say again, laughing.
"Oh, come on, Q," Rachel says, pouting at me.
I look into her big, puppy dog eyes. "Oh, alright," I give in.
She squeals excitedly. "This is going to be so fun! Just don't be intimidated by my talent."
I shake my head and laugh. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Santana and Brittany talking to Sue. Santana's frowning, and nodding reluctantly. To my astonishment, they turn and start coming my way. They come up to me, fake smiles on their usually bitchy faces. "Hey, Quinn," Santana says.
"What are you doing here?" Rachel snaps.
"Back off, Dwarf, we're not talking to you," Santana shoots back.
Brittany backs her up by saying, "Yeah, and those sweaters make you look home schooled."
"Ugh." Rachel looks at me. "Come on, Quinn, let's go."
I start to follow her, but Santana grabs my arm. Rachel opens her mouth to yell at her, but I just shrug. "Just go, Rach. I'll deal with this."
She looks at me uncertaintly, but leaves when she sees that I'm sure. "So what do you want?" I ask Santana.
She hands me a slip of paper. I stare at it in shock. "A...a Cheerios tryout?"
"Yeah. You'd be a fine addition to our squad."
I look at her in disbelief. "I don't--"
Santana smirks. "Don't you want to be liked? To not be called Loser or Freak?"
"I just--"
Again she interrupts me. "Just show up. You won't regret it."
They walk away, leaving me confused and surprised. I'm faced with a difficult question: should I go?
