Well you sure don't act like Berry, you sure are quiet.
You sure are annoying
Students were making their way, some slower than others, into the brick building that is William McKinley High. Sally was among those students as she walked beside an excited Rachel Berry.
"You'll learn that McKinley High may not be the best high school in Ohio, or even the best high school in the northeastern hemisphere of the United States... but! The show choir program might as well be the best thing to happen to this school." Rachel said with a coy smile. "We may not rule the school yet, but we will!"
Sally was barely listening to her cousin ramble as her eyes nonchalantly glanced around at her surroundings.
As they walked into the high school building, the loud bustling of students in the halls was dully noted. Swarms of red and white colors were mixed in with the student body. Jocks were wearing their letterman's, the cheerleaders were prancing around in their uniforms.
"Is there a pep rally today?" Sally mumbled to Rachel, her stares accidently catching the eye of a few cheerleaders who gave her a passive glare and eyeroll.
"What do you mean?" Rachel asked confused, but she was quickly interrupted by a boy who emerged in front of the two girls. He had a bright scarlet afro and thick glasses and in his hands was a camera directly pointed at the two of them.
Rachel rolled her eyes in obvious annoyance as he snapped a picture. "Honestly Jacob, could you not be creepy before noon!" She attempted to pull Sally away from the odd guy but he stepped in front of them again.
"My blog is interested in knowing about the new student, or shall I say Rachel Berry's cousin." He said in his nasally voice as he snapped yet another picture of Sally.
"Will you be joining the shunned glee club, Sally Wayland? Or are you going to try for a more popular organization, such as the Cheerios? And what are the real reasons you're transferring so late in the year from the first day of school?"
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High School Nomad
FanfictionSally felt herself leaning into his touch, against her better judgment, her eyes drifting shut as the space between them grew thinner, almost nonexistent. She knew she should pull back, should keep the walls up that she'd always so carefully maintai...