Glee: The Next Generation (Season Two)

Everything is (Bitter)Sweet

I know I never update fast and such, but I have also moved. So I hope I become faster at my new home. I know i have't updated in a year or two...again sorry and thanks for patience. (and again sorry for my crappy writing)

BUT QUICK NOTE OF (BIG) CHANGE IN STORY: I had planned for Christina/Joe relationship to happen before Daniel was in the show (i had planned this show back in season two -- despite that I still suck at updating which again sorry for the long wait) I have decided that Joe is/was the step-son of Emma and the son of Carl. So, Joe & Christina ARE NOT related in anyway! Sorry if this is confusing, I just didn't want to offend/trigger anyone. <3

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Christina had woken up early one morning. It was dark and quiet with the exception of Britney's snoring on the other side of the room. Damn, she thought. I desperately need my own room. She grabbed her phone and checked the time. 4:50am. She grunted silently and looked at the ceiling trying to count sheep or whatever the hell other people do to fall back asleep. After failing at doing so, she sat up and looked around the dark room and sighed. School has only been going on for almost a month now and it has been stressing her out. Like last week:

She was in Algebra One. Her teacher, Mrs. Smith, was teaching something about fractions (It was basically a refresher course over old lessons from past classes). She wasn't really paying attention. She guess she was being called on, because when she was finally paying attention; the teacher was steamed.

"Listen here, Miss. Schuester," Mrs. Smith started. "Just because your dad is a teacher here; doesn't mean you can do whatever you feel like." well then, she thought.

On top of that - there was her relationship with Charlie. It wasn't bad per say, it just was getting tiring, in her opinion:

"Can you believe that," Charlie was drowning on about some sport or person -- she didn't really know nor care about the subject at all. They were sitting in a diner (or something to that sort) -- not Breadstix for once -- and she was just staring off into space. "Chris?" She turned to him as he spoke. "Hmm?"

"What is up?"

"What do you mean, Charlie?"

"It's like you're totally zoned out lately...like you don't hear anything I'm saying." Maybe because it's boring useless crap, she thought. "Christina," he waved a hand in front of her. "Wake up...what's your problem?"

"Look, Charlie, can I be honest? I'll try not to be my bitchy self..." he nodded. She put her hands together. "...I don't give two craps about what you are talking about." Charlie looked shocked, not looking pissed at all, but she knew he was hiding it.

"Oh, um..." He was trying to find the words to say.

"Look, I know that was rude and all, but it's true! I'm really tired of you talking about...uh..."

"...Football..."

"Yeah, whatever-look," she sighed and held his hands across the table they were sitting at. "This stuff you keep mentioning annoys the hell out of me." He started to get a little steamed.

"I'm tired of you thinking the world revolves around you," he angrily told her.

"What the hell you talking about?" Before he answered, Charlie got up from the table and started to head out; with Christina following in tow. "Charlie." She put a hand on his shoulder to stop him to get his attention.

"Every conversation you have with me or anyone else; you always have to argue with every little thing or turn the attention on you!" He sighed, frustrated.