|So Not Normal
Author: Gogo Starship PM
After bullying at McKinley goes to far, Rachel's fathers decide she needs to transfer to Carmel. There, Rachel sees someone she thought was on the other side of the country, at a little place called UCLA.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Rachel B. & Jesse sJ. - Chapters: 10 - Words: 16,711 - Reviews: 299 - Favs: 150 - Follows: 285 - Updated: 07-20-11 - Published: 02-09-11 - id: 6730431
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New story. I need to stop thinking of plot bunnies. For serious.
Okay… Did anyone else thing Jesse was going to show up at Breadstix during Silly Love Songs? I totally did! I was so disappointed.
Anyway… Here ya go!
It had started off a normal day for Rachel.
Wake up, work out vigorously on the elliptical for half an hour, take a shower, get dressed, grab her bag, and blow her Barbra poster a kiss for good luck. Yes, a very normal day. Except that it kind of wasn't, because of those damn Neanderthals at school.
Things seemingly continued in their normality. She got to school, gave Finn a smile infused with apology and flirtation, and started stacking her unneeded books in her locker. A few people smiled and waved at her as they passed (only glee kids, of course; Mercedes, Tina, and Noah). Then, as was the pre-first period ritual, Santana called Rachel RuPaul before slinking into her classroom, and as usual, Rachel ignored her as she followed suit.
Or at least, she tried. But on the way to her homeroom, Rachel was shoved to the ground, her wrist making a sick cracking noise as she braced her fall. Tears pooled in her as she clasped her arm, a whimper escaping her mouth without her consent. She flipped over to face her attacker, and her shoulders tensed as she looked into the eyes of Dave Karofsky.
"Why did you do that?" she snapped, trying to stand, though it was difficult with her injured wrist. She gave up and sat up to her best ability; standing made her ankle scream in protest. 'Probably sprained,' Rachel thought, 'God, why did he push me so hard? That's the nastiest fall I've had in a while'.
"Because I'm sick of you Homo Explosion freaks walking around, acting all proud for being weird!" he said, as if it was obvious. Rachel saw red for a moment, and in a fit of (An: Vocal, tee hee hee) adrenaline, she stood up and pushed his shoulder with her good arm.
"How dare you, you… You closed-minded ignoramus!" she snapped, using her friend Kurt's term without really thinking. The bully tensed at the word, but Rachel ignored it. "I can't believe you think you're better than me, just because I like singing! Just because I have a talent that you'll never possess! You're just another Lima Loser, and you and the rest of your ignorant accomplices are trying to extinguish my light because you know I'm getting out of this po-dunk town, while you'll be here, working at the Burger King until you die!"
Karofsky turned a violent red and shoved her against the lockers; the metal locks dug into her back, and Rachel knew it would be purple with bruises by third period. He got in her face and poked her hard on her sternum.
"Don't you DARE talk to me like that!" he roared. He drew back his fist, and Rachel closed her eyes in preparation for the punch, but luckily it never came.
"GET AWAY FROM MY STUDENT!"
William Schuester ran down the hall and formed a shield between Rachel and Dave, his face contorted with fury. His classroom was only a few feet away, and he had obviously heard their shouts through the open door.
"Mr. Karofsky, I cannot believe that after the clear warning from us last time you would continue to bully the glee kids. You're lucky I'm not allowed to use physical punishment. Go to the principal's office, now! I will be there in five minutes, and if you're not, I will have Figgins expel you if it's the last thing I do!" His voice was so loud that Rachel cringed and covered her ears; Karofsky shot her one last glare before storming towards the general vicinity of the office like a petulant child. Rachel relaxed and tears spilled down her cheeks so fast one would think they were racing.
"Thank you, Mr. Schuester," she whispered softly, her voice cracking. Will immediately softened and put his hands on her shoulders, his touch feather-light in case she was injured there.
"Where did he hurt you, Rachel? I want to know before we go to the principal; I don't need Karofsky interrupting like he did with Kurt. He could barely get the truth out, and I don't think I'll be able to refrain from resorting to violence."
So, with a breathy, shaky voice, Rachel told him exactly what happened, and what was said word for word. With every sentence, her teacher's shoulders grew increasingly rigid, and Rachel was frightened by the look on his face.
"I…" he took a shuddering breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I… I need you to go to the nurse, Rachel. She can wrap your arm and your ankle and give you some ice. After you get all fixed up and have time to pull yourself together, I want you to come to the office and tell Figgins what happened. I'll make sure he knows that Karofsky is most likely going to lie while he tells his side." After helping Rachel limp to the nurses office, Schue departed to Figgins' office, and as the nurse was silent, Rachel was finally able to confront her emotions. The only one that came to mind was scared.
Karofsky was the meanest boy Rachel had ever met in her life. Not only had he bullied her and Kurt, he had physically injured her. A girl. That was so low in her mind, Rachel literally shivered with hate, and a few more tears spilled over. She was so caught up in her fear it took her a moment to realize the nurse was finished patching her up.
"Oh, thank you very much," she said as she stood, her steps feather-light as she went to the principal's office. Much to her shock, her dads were waiting for her there. The second they stopped glaring at Karofsky enough to notice her presence, they sprang uphugged her gently, careful to mind her injuries.
"Oh, baby, are you okay?" Hiram asked, brushing her hair out of her face as he stared at her with panicked eyes. Leroy said nothing, just hugged her and, if his shaking shoulders were a hint, cried.
"Dad, Daddy, I'll be fine, don't worry. I'm used to being bullied, it just went a bit far this time," she soothed, patting her fathers on their backs. They stiffened and pulled away as a silent conversation passed between them.
"Rachel, honey, you aren't going to have to worry about that anymore. Your father and I have decided, and you're going to transfer. Today will be your last day at McKinley."
"WHAT?" Rachel gasped, sitting down next to Karofsky without thinking. "No! I… No! I mean, Karofsky is going to be expelled!" She ignored the angry grunt from her left. "It'll be over! I can keep doing my thing here!"
"Baby, you know that it won't be. You always tell us how awful the kids are to you. Why would you want to stay? I mean, sure, you have New Directions, but the way those terrible girls are— Satan, is that what you call her? And that girl Quinn, you would never be away from that. It's decided, Rachel. You are going to transfer. You can either go to Carmel High in Akron, or go to Dalton's sister academy, Moreaux, but that would be all girls and I don't know how long you would last," her father chuckled. Rachel glared at him for the last remark. She could very well last at Moreaux, but she didn't exactly want to.
"Wait!" she exclaimed as she was hit with a realization, "Isn't Moreaux a Catholic school? Dad, Daddy, I can't go there! It would go against my heritage and my beliefs, and I doubt I could go through a lesson about Jesus without scoffing."
Her fathers seemed stumped; they loved their little girl, and didn't want her to go to Carmel after what happened the year before, but they knew she would never willingly go to Catholic school. She was much too headstrong. "Well, sweetie," Leroy said slowly, looking a little shocked, "I guess Carmel is the only option. We'll get everything all sorted out, and you can tell your glee… friends… That you're transferring at practice today. I'm sure they'll understand." He pulled his daughter in for a hug and kissed her forehead.
The rest of the meeting went just as Rachel imagined it would; she retold her story, Dave Karofsky kept trying to interrupt, and Figgins offered to let her leave early. Rachel refused, of course. She wanted to spend her last day at McKinley. She wanted to tell New Directions, not just up and leave. She wanted to inform her teachers; she had most of the day left, after all. As she got up to leave, Mr. Schuester sent her a reassuring smile, and Rachel made a mental note to bake him some famous 'Thank You' sugar cookies.
SO, that is my new story.
PLEASE READ THIS IT IS SO IMPORTANT THAT YOU WILL DIE IF YOU DON'T READ IT!
Not really. But still!
So, I know what you're thinking. ANOTHER story? You suck at updating!
I know. It's my private shame. But I've been doing well on Lead Into The Lead, and I already started typing up a new chapter for A Strange Occurrence.
Where does that leave The Power of Music, you ask?
In an orphanage. It is officially up for adoption. I know. I suck major booty! But it just doesn't inspire me, but I know it has the makings of a great story, and I really want someone to give it the chance it deserves! So please, PM me if you want it!
(Note: You must be literate to adopt it. As in, you know the English well enough to make the story readable. Sure, I make mistakes (who doesn't?). But I know enough to keep the story readable… Methinks.)
So, with that said, leave a review! I've decided I have to get ten reviews PER CHAPTER before I update. So yeah. I'm kind of a review whore. It's terrible, really.