Fanfiction written around Season 3 of the TV show, Glee.
Story revolves in an alternate reality of Quinn Fabray meeting her Mr Right in a form of a bright, young, temperamental billionaire who is in search of his younger brother.
Things get a bit mo...
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I need to get a hold of my life.
I was through with the dyed pink hair job, the taking Beth from Shelby antics, and hooking up with almost anybody just to have another baby tragic performance.
The only drama I want in my life will be the ones I'm saving for Yale. It's a miracle that my short outward lashing stint had only cost me a few notches down on my GPA, but I have to do much better and crunch my neurons harder.
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Unfortunately, my ticket to getting into Yale was proving to be dismal. I had a long discussion with my parents about my future and it seems that staying there financially was my problem. With the recession at hand, my father admitted that he wasn't sure if he could afford the expensive tuition and I was fully aware that spending a four year semester thing in an Ivy League institution did not come cheap.
I sought help from the school councilor, of which, I think asking her advice would seem ironic as she looks to be in need of a shrink because of her Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. After my talk with Miss Pillsbury, I have to raise my GPA and impress the Dean of admissions, who by the way seems like a real tough guy who bears no sympathy to anyone.
And right now, I'm really desperate.
Desperate to the point that I find myself sitting in night classes to make up for loss time. It isn't so bad, most of the people who come here are adults. Most of my classmates are immigrants who have still to master their English. Others are those who never had the time to finish their academic ambitions due to circumstance. Take, for example the housewife, Jennifer, who married early in high school, but now has to find a job to support her kids after her good-for-nothing husband left her.
It's my first time to be in night school, but I'm listening to Jennifer blab about the new teaching assistant who apparently did well during his first class yesterday night.
She sighs as she tilts her head as if reveling back into the memory of a very pleasant dream. "He's like a Hollywood superstar and a gorgeous male model rolled into one. If he starts quoting Shakespeare, I swear I'm going to die." The other women beside us nod in agreement.
