I have had this story in my head for a while and decided to finally write it. I am warning that it will probably start off slow. I already have two more chapters written, but they need a little bit of touch up before I publish them so I should get them out pretty quickly. I am excited to write another story especially with having a huge writers block on my other story.

Anyways I hope you like it!

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To me she started off as my hero. I have always had a hero throughout my life. My first hero was my dad when he saved me from the monster under my bed, by giving me a night light that he said would keep all the monsters away.

My other hero came in the form of a feisty short Latina that I met when I was six years old.

"I bet she thinks that there are actual unicorns." A big boy said to me as he pushed me down into the grass. We were out at recess and like usual I was playing by myself when these boys came over to me and started to call me stupid and push me around.

"Yeah I bet she even has imaginary friends since she can't make any on her own. She is too weird." He has dirt in his hand and threw it in my face. I felt the tears welt up in my eyes. A little bit of dirt made its way into my mouth. I felt sad and hurt. Why do these boys have to talk to me.

Don't let them see you cry. I can't let them see me cry. I was chanting in my head as I circled up in a ball on the ground with the boys standing over me. Where were the teachers at? They were supposed to protect me.

"Hey butt faces leave her alone." I heard the sweetest voice I had ever heard. I peeked up through my blurry eyes to see a tan girl march up and push the boys away. "Don't make me go all Lima Heights on you." She puts a fist on her hip and glares at the boys.

She was the prettiest girl that I have ever seen with long dark hair pulled up in a ponytail and pretty brown eyes. She was like an angel that was sent to protect me.

"We were just messing around Santana. She is weird anyways. She was over here talking to herself, so we decided to give her some company." The fatter of the two said.

"Well obviously she doesn't want your company and if I ever see either of you around her again you can guarantee there will be glue in your hair and bugs in your lunch. You won't even be expecting it. Now get lost." She points in the opposite direction, and I am surprised to see that the boys actually listen to her. I mean she was only half their size, and she was telling them what to do.

When her brown eyes finally met my blue eyes my heart stopped. I know I was only six, but I felt something even then. She reached out a hand to me, and I took it without hesitation having complete trust in her. When she pulled me up she kept my hand in hers. "I'm Santana." I was still shaken up so I couldn't speak right away, so she gave me a weird look. "This is when you tell me your name."

She gives me an open smile which I liked a lot more than the scowl she was giving the other two boys.

"B-Brittany my name is Brittany." I stutter out.

"Okay Brittany I am going to take you to get cleaned up. Those butts won't be messing with you anymore okay." I barley am able to nod my head. She starts to pull me up to some teachers and tells them she is taking me to the bathroom. They don't question her at all. It is like she has some magic powers because everyone listens to her. When we get to the bathroom she gently sweeps my hair behind my ears. She wets down a paper towel and whips off my face gently.

"What grade are you in Brittany?" My name rolls out of her like she has said it many times before.

"First." I say and try to avoid looking in her eyes.

"Cool I'm in third grade. I was wondering why I never seen you before. You're really pretty, if you were in my grade we would be friends." I feel my cheeks turning red at the compliment. "But I am trying to be most popular in my grade, so I won't be able to hang out with you. This girl name Quinn is trying to be more popular than me, so I can't really risk anything." My smile turns to a frown, and I feel really sad. I thought I would finally have my first friend. "Hey uh sorry my mom keeps telling me my words hurt people because I say what I am thinking. I just meant I wish we could be friends, but we can't."

I nod sadly. She finishes whipping my face and takes my hand and walks me back out to the playground again. "Hey maybe you should like uh find a friend or something. You will be safer if you have someone around. I suggest a boy so you have some muscles to help out." She shrugs and releases my hand.

"Hey Santana wanna go take over the swings? Oh and where have you been I was looking for you." A blond haired girl races over to us. She has really pretty hazel eyes.

"Yeah that sounds like fun. I was just in the bathroom." Santana starts to head away but not before turning to me one more time. "See you later Brittany and be careful." She races to catch up with Quinn.

As they walk away I hear the other blond ask "who's Brittany?"

Later that day our teacher had us draw a picture of a superhero. My picture was of a short Latina with beautiful brown hair and flowing brown eyes her name was Santana.

I learned two things that day. If those boys ever messed with me again I knew my hero would protect me. At times I even wished that they would so she would talk to me again.

The next thing was that I needed to find friends because Santana said I needed some.

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Let me know what you think about the beginning. I know it was short I am sorry!