A/N Hi guys! Ok, so this is my first (and probably last) attempt at writing a story, when the plot bunny hits you just gotta run after it and punch it right back!... ok maybe not but, you know what I mean. This will be a Faberry fic which means femmslash, so if you don't like, don't read. This will start off with a young Miss. Berry (BabyRay?) and will carry on to high school. Depending on how much you guys love the story or hate it, it might just go on after graduation. Apologies for the uber long A/N, without further ado I give you... A disclaimer!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, all characters belong to RIB, I don't own the concept of Spirit Guides and all mistakes are my own.

Chapter 1 (RPOV)

It was a warm, breezy day in quaint and quiet Lima, Ohio. I remember sitting alone in the sandbox at the park near my house under the watchful eye of my dad, sitting on a park bench not too far away from where I was playing. I looked up from the princess sand castle that I was busy making and gave him a wave, which he happily returned with an adoring smile on his face. I looked around at all the other kids running around and screaming with their friends, enjoying themselves, as children should.

I was never really a social kid, not by choice but, to be completely honest, nobody really liked me. Was it because of the way I was brought up? The way I looked? The way I dressed? Was it because I was too smart or not smart enough? "It is because you are so very special angel, and the other kids, don't understand that." Said my dad when I asked him, through tears and sniffles, why didn't any of the kids that I invited from my kindergarten class show up for my 5th birthday party 3 weeks earlier. So, as you can tell, kids weren't exactly jumping over each other to be my friend. After watching the other kids play and having fun with each other, with a heavy heart, I went back to adding a moat to my princess castle.

As I was putting the last touches on my castle, out of the corner of my eye, I saw two sneaker clad feet appear next to the sandbox, thinking that it was one of the mean kids at school, I just ignored them, hoping that they would go away. "Hi." I looked up after the greeting realising that it wasn't one of the mean kids at school but a young women who could have been in her early twenties, wearing a simple red T-shirt and black skinny jeans. "Hello..." I greeted back timidly. My dad said to always be polite. "What's your name hun?" She asked me with a bright smile.

"I'm sorry but, I'm not supposed to talk to strangers."

"Well, I won't be a stranger if you tell me your name, right? Then I'll tell you mine, promise." She said, with the blinding smile still on her face.

'She doesn't look very dangerous; I don't think it would hurt if I just told her my name.'

I looked over at my dad to check what he was doing. Just as I looked over, he looked up from the magazine he was reading, gave me a smile and looked back down again.

'Guess he won't mind then.'

"My name is Rachel, Rachel Barbra Berry, pleased to meet your acquaintance miss." I tell the stranger, giving her my famous Berry show stopping smile.

She lets out a giggle. "Well, Miss Rachel Barbra Berry, it's a pleasure to meet you, my name is..."

She stops before giving me her name and frowns with her brows furrowed. Before I could ask what the matter was, she smiled at me again and said, "Why don't you give me a name?"

I looked at her in confusion. "Give you a name? Why would I give you a name? Don't you have one of your own? Everybody is supposed to have a name you know." I tell her.

"Well, Miss Berry," she starts with a chuckle, her deep green eyes staring at me, "I would have a name, if you gave me one you know, you can give me any name you want, go on, pick one, make it good though," she laughs, "I don't want a weird name like Smellmapits or Shiftmabutt."

I start laughing at her joke with tears streaming down my face, she laughs with me and sits down, still outside of the sandbox.

When I got my laughter out of control, still chuckling a bit, I looked over at her with my brown-doe eyes; she was staring at me with a smile on her face, patiently waiting for me to continue.

I smile at her. "How about Qu-" "Rachel! Honey! Come on, it's time to go home, Daddy is waiting for us." Before I could finish, I hear my dad saying that it's time to leave. I stand up and brush the sand off of my green argyle skirt. "I'm coming dad!" I look over at the women, to tell her that I have to leave but, she's gone. I look around the playground seeing if I can spot her somewhere but, I couldn't. It's as if she completely disappeared. I ignore this weird feeling I have in my stomach and make my way over to my dad, the princess sandcastle completely forgotten.

"Did you have fun sweetheart?" My dad asks with his usual smile.

"Yeah, I had fun; I think I might have just made a new friend." I tell him with an exited smile.

"Oh really? I didn't see you talking to anyone angel, who was it?"

"I don't know dad, she said that I had to give her a name and before I could, she disappeared when I looked away for a second." I explain to me now very confused looking father,

"Well, ok dear, if you say so. Let's get going, we don't want to be late for supper." He says while putting me in the booster seat.

As we start driving away, I look towards the park and as we drive past the sandbox, I see HER standing there, waving at me with a big smile on her face. I excitedly wave back with the same bright smile. "Who are you waving at Rachel?" My dad ask when he looks at me through the rear-view mirror. "My friend dad, see she's over at the sandbox waving at me!"

"I don't see any one Rach-"

My dad stops mid-sentence. He turns around and looks at me for a second, I can see some worry in his eyes, and gives me a small smile and says, "OK honey, whatever you say."

I nod at him with a happy smile on my face. I look turn back to the sandbox to only see that she had disappeared again.

'Weird.'

Aaaah! First chapter done and uploaded. Let me know if you guys want me to continue with this story, if you love it or hate it so far. Remember, this is only the beginning and things will get more interesting later on and chapters will get longer. I am in desperate need of a Beta, if anybody is willing to put up with me, PM me please. Oh, and If you guys have any suggestions or questions, let me know and I will try and answer them as much as I can, and I also pledge that A/Ns will never be this long again, unless I have something Important to say. And of course, RIP to Nelson Mandela, being a South African and knowing what he has done for my country just breaks my heart to hear of his passing. If it wasn't for him, we would still be judging each other by the colour of our skin. RIP Tata, you will be missed...

R&R

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