Lose Myself: A Brittana Story

The Beginning

(A/N: A update! Enjoy and lmk how you guys like it.) 

Eight Years Old

I'm pedaling on my bike, quicker than I ever have before. I pass a house and shift my all attention to it. It's big, with 3 cars parked in the garage. I continue to pay attention to the house, and not the ground, and next thing I'm flying off of my bike, falling into the dirt near the house. Tears threaten to spill from eyes, as I see a long gash on my leg. I see a boy across the street laughing. His head looks like a squirrel died on it. Squirrel Boy. That's what I'll call him. I look to the side to see a small hand shoved hear my face, beckoning me to get to my feet. I take the hand and stand up.

 I look up and I see a girl with caramel skin and long brown hair.

"Why were you in the dirt?" she asks, crossing her arms 

"I fell off my bike," I say quietly, avoiding her gaze

"How'd you fall?" she asks, raising one brow at me

"I was looking at the house," I say pointing to the house in front of us. She smirks.

"I live here," she says

"Oh, cool. It's really big." I say smiling back

"Yeah. What's your name?" she asks

"Brittany. Brittany S. Pierce." I say smiling bigger 

"I'm Santana Lopez. I like your shirt," she says pointing to my pink shirt with a unicorn on it.

"Thanks. I have to go home now, bye Santana." I say

"Bye Brittany," she says, turning to walk into her house

I walk my bike back to my house, where I see my dad waiting for me. 

"Britt, what happened to your leg?" he asks, rushing towards me

"I fell off my bike," I say quickly

"C'mon Britt, let's get you cleaned up," he says smiling warmly. 

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I walk into the classroom, and automatically a few kids stick out to me. The squirrel hair boy, a super tall boy, a boy in a wheelchair, a boy with a bunch of hair gel, a boy in a sparkly vest, an asian boy, a boy with big lips, an asian girl, a black girl, a girl with a big nose, a girl with hazel eyes, and of course, Santana. 

The teacher forces me to introduce myself to the class, and the class to introduce themselves to me.  I only listen to the names of those kids  I noticed before. Noah, Finn, Artie, Blaine, Kurt, Mike, Sam, Tina, Mercedes, Rachel, Lucy, and Santana. I sit next to Santana, and that was the start of our friendship.

Ten Years Old

Santana tells me every day how much she hates her parents, and she's always staying over at my house. Today we're sitting cross-legged on my bed, watching Spongebob. 

"San, what do you think middle school will be like?" I ask, turning away from the tv.

"Well Britt, I think we'll be the coolest middle schoolers there," she says smiling

"No, do you think anything will change with all of our friends?" I ask

"No. We're all gonna be in the same school, nothing will change," she says

 I stay quiet after that, turning back to the tv. I'm still waiting for dad to get home. Mom's always so much happier when he's here. And when she's happy, I'm happy. It's just like being friends with Santana. When she's sad, I'm sad.