I walked into the doors of William McKinley High School, ready to own this place. Having transferred from no one knows where Minnesota, I was excited to start over, after my not so great time spent at my last school. This year was going to be my year. I opened the doors and strutted down the hall, only to be greeted with the icy sting of what I later would find out is a grape slushie. Horrified I tucked my head down and immediately found my way to the girl's locker room I suppose I had this coming for wearing my favorite Twins shirt on the first day. Once I found the locker room I stole some shampoo and conditioner from an unlocked locker and took to the shower. Following my shower I was brushing through my hair as a perky girl approached me.
"I'm Rachel Berry. I heard you singing," I really had to tone it down on the obsession with singing in the shower. "I think you should audition for glee club" she grabbed my shoulders "This is my last year here and you could be my protégé, my legacy at this school."
"I'm flattered, but I'm new here and like hell if I'm going to start off my time here by dive-bombing
my reputation straight into the shallow grave that is glee club. Thanks, but I'm not interested." I said as I gathered my bag and turned to leave. As I left I caught Rachel shouting something about nationals. With the slushie incident behind me I turned to go to my first period class. Women's Literature, it could be worse. I took a seat towards the back and off to the side as my peers filed in. Once the teacher attempted and gave up on calling order to the class, which should have been easy considering only 15 people were in the class, she began with attendance and asked us to respond with here and brief explanation of what we did with our summers. In the blur of names and lackluster summer stories, one did catch my eye. Brittany Pierce, though she didn't strike me as being the most intelligent girl, she said she spent her summer trying to teach her cat to knit. She seemed nice enough, and she was the most attractive girl I'd seen so far. I would have to keep my eye on her. Once the teacher had finished with the list, it came time for me to explain why I was not on said list.
"I'm Courtney Blake, I'm new, I just transferred from Minnesota, I only just registered for classes,
so I'm not on the list, and basically I spent my summer begging my parents not to move to Ohio, a fruitless endeavor." Following attendance she launched into a lecture on women through time. If this lady wasn't a lesbian, you should sign me up for a blind date with a dude, cause I know a lesbian when I see one, like every time I look in the mirror. If only I could get a solid read on Brittany. As the bell rang I quickly shoved my stuff into my bag and caught up to Brittany "'scuse me, I'm a little lost, could you show me where the calculus room is" She graciously offered to help me, and we chatted idly until she literally ran into a Latina girl, who didn't seem all to happy to see her, and even less happy to see me. Following that little run in Brittany filled me in on the school, how the football players and cheerios (why would you call your cheerleaders that?) owned the school but the glee kids were pretty cool. I wish that damn club wouldn't have been brought up. Once I got into calc things got easier, I was always very good at math, so I slid through that class and the following two, lunch time posed some problems for me though, I had no place to sit. As I was stewing over my lack of friends, I was caught in the hall by none other than Rachel Berry. She began talking again, I figured if I nodded appropriately I may be able to sit with her at least for the day. Before we reached the cafeteria, we were met by two bulky guys, who appeared to be hockey players, a sight that reminded me of home, but seeing the large convenience store cups in their hands worried me.
"Welcome to William McKinley High school, just a word of advice new girl, stay away from the Glee Club or you're in for some cold years" As they said cold the lunged forward and hit Rachel and I directly in our faces. I wiped the ice from my eyes as I was herded into the nearest girl's bathroom. Once I had gotten most of the high fructose corn syrup out of my eyes, or at least enough to see, I looked around and saw Rachel, Brittany, the scary Latina girl, a pretty blonde girl, a Goth Asian girl, and a guy, who although looking very feminine in his cute little couture outfit obviously was in the wrong bathroom, but it was amazing they were all working to clean me up, including Rachel.
"Hey thanks guys but you don't have to help me, I can handle it." The unknown blonde girl piped
up "well Rachel told us you can sing, and we were hoping that helping you out would soften you up to the idea of joining Glee?" At that point I really had no choice but to say yes. That hockey player was right when he said that I was in for a few cold and artificially colored years.