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Post by quinnfabray on Oct 24, 2010 15:06:49 GMT -5
 * all the world's a stage, [/b][/font] and all the men and women merely players- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center] I sort of hated my English teacher at the moment. Not that she was a bad person or anything, or even a bad teacher. She kept the lessons fairly interesting most of the time and was very fair when grading papers. She was young and pretty and extremely kind- but right now she was keeping me from what I wanted to do, therefore making her public enemy number one by default. But I was almost positive that the clock was moving in reverse, keeping me from my one goal of freedom. Just five more minutes and the bell would ring. Third period was usually one of my favorites, English was always interesting to me. But today the sun was shining so bright and the clouds were the purest, whitest I’d seen them in a long time. My chin was resting in my chin as I stared mindlessly out the window, any thoughts in my head far from Mrs. Rolland’s lecture on Hamlet.
By some miracle the bell finally rang, signaling the end of third hour and the beginning of my fifty minutes of freedom. I had free period fourth hour, and while I usually busied myself in the library trying to complete my homework early, today it was all I could do not to push my fellow classmates out of the way as I headed for my locker. Dumping my books inside I slammed the door shut without a second glance and made my way outside. As soon as the sunlight and cool, crisp air hit my face I let out a sigh of relief. There was something unexplainable about the magic that came to me from nature.
Making my way along the concrete path I allowed myself to wander towards the football field, knowing my chances of being interrupted were slim to none at this hour of the day. I set my bag on the deserted bleachers and glanced around to double check that I was completely alone. Seeing the coast to be clear, I stretched my arms high above my head and distanced myself a safe amount of yards away from any obstacles before breaking into a run and doing a cartwheel in the center of the field. I was wearing a dress, so the fact that nobody was around to see was a necessity. The rush of adrenaline brought an immediate smile to my face as I landed upright once again. The burst of energy was enough of an incentive for me to keep going, tucking myself into a back handspring before bouncing around with more random tricks burned into my memory from hours of practice with the Cheerios. As soon as I got my chance I was asking Coach Sylvester for my spot back. After everything that had happened in the last year, I needed to get that feeling of flying back.
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Post by rachel berry on Oct 25, 2010 10:31:15 GMT -5
  I had a free period this next hour and strangely, I had nothing to do with it. At first, I considered going to the costume closet in the drama department and finding a few outfits. I needed some inspiration, because the moment I got it I was marching over to Principal Figgins' office and demanding there be a school production this year. But I couldn't decide on a play. It had to be something fun, that would attract a lot of people, but also one that had a main role that would showcase my talent. I had a whole notebook filled to the brim of plays and musicals I'd seen in my life, and I had gone through making advantages and disadvantages for each. But in doing all this work, I had found myself to get very stressed, to the point of breaking a china bowl last night when cleaning up. I needed to relax, stop being so tense. So I had gone against the idea of looking for costumes. Instead, I needed to go somewhere where I could loosen up, somewhere open and free of people who could wind me up.
The first place I went was my locker, getting rid of a few of my books and checking my hair and make-up in the little pink plastic mirror that hung from my door. Once making sure I looked flawless, I headed for the exterior doors, pushing them open and walking around, slightly aimless. I needed to sit down somewhere, spend some time with my thoughts. I could try the courtyard but that's where most people went in their free periods and I specifically wanted to be alone. So instead, I walked towards the football field. I didn't expect anybody to be there, so it was a sensible place to go. I walked up onto the bleachers, staring at the ground the whole time, not noticing anything outside of my own little world. Maybe that was my problem. Maybe that was why I found it so hard to make friends, because I couldn't see out of my own shell. Maybe if I just opened my eyes, I'd see people in a different light, and they'd see me as someone completely different. I sat down on the freezing cold metal seats and pulled my cardigan around myself a little more, trying to warm up. I looked away from the floor, out at the empty football field.
Except it wasn't empty.
I bit my lip slightly when I saw Quinn Fabray parading about in the middle of the field, quite unaware of my presence. She seemed very carefree, and for that I was grateful. After what had happened between myself and Noah, and the baby drama, she hadn't been the happiest of people recently. But now all of that was over, she seemed to be cheering up very quickly. And maybe now would be a good time to make amends. I got up from where I was sitting and descended the steps once again, silently heading across the too-green grass (I had seen the Emerald Dreams van). "Quinn? I hope I'm not interrupting your... workout? I just wondered if we could talk. You know, as friends." I said to her, giving her a weak yet warm and friendly smile. I hoped she wouldn't rip my head off. Despite what she may think, I did care deeply for her. It had just been hard to show it recently, what with first my adoration for Finn, then all the baby and mother drama, and most recently mine and Noah's meaningless fling. I didn't want boys to come between us any more. We would be great friends, I could picture it in my mind, once we overcame our differences. I bit my lip and waited for her to reply.
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outfit coming soon
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Post by quinnfabray on Oct 25, 2010 17:44:35 GMT -5
* all the world's a stage, [/b][/font] and all the men and women merely players- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center] II had a strange fascination with Snow White. Growing up the timeless tale had sparked my interest at a young age, causing my parents to nearly go insane with the number of times I watched it. It seemed like it was always playing somewhere in the house, even if I was in another room. If my parents dared to turn it off I immediately broke into screams and sobs, leading to multiple copies being bought just in case something was to happen. It was always good to have a backup on hand. Snow White’s story held my interest for several reasons. Some were typical, meeting your Prince Charming and living Happily Ever After- that was every girl’s dream. But I’d always loved the simpler aspects of it. The gleeks reminded me of the seven dwarfs with their oddities and quirks, and I loved the idea of a tiny cottage in the forest filled with animals. I could read and write and sew and cook and be outside all I wanted. I loved nature with a passion, and it was a shame that I’d had to keep that to myself for so long.
Leaping and bouncing around the football field was exhilarating. I felt like my old self again, back before everything in the past year went down. I could fly through the air without the worry of someone judging me or critiquing, and for once I was able to trust the pair of arms that would catch me. I knew I was capable of doing the stunts, I’d worked long enough training to know what my body was and wasn’t capable of. These were the things that really helped me relax. Twisting and turning, leaps and jumps and twirls, it was all about letting go and allowing your spirit to burst out and just…be. I didn’t have to worry about cliques and popularity or parents and grades, it was just me flying.
My perfect little world of peace was shattered to pieces the moment I heard the sound of Rachel Berry’s voice. Great, now I had to deal with her. This was exactly the opposite of what I wanted to happen. A lot of things had happened over the past year, and for a while I was beginning to think maybe she wasn’t the worst person I once thought. Then I wasn’t pregnant anymore and she started to date Puck. She ruined any chances she may have had with me right then and there. I wasn’t an idiot, I knew it took two to tango, but Puck was an idiot. I expected this kind of crap from him. Didn’t mean I wasn’t just as pissed at him, but his betrayal wasn’t a surprise at least. I’d started to somewhat trust Rachel, she seemed to be rooting for me. Clearly I had been wrong.
I landed back on my feet with ease and smoothed my dress down, running a hand over my blonde locks before turning to face Rachel. She looked so desperate, I knew she had practically no friends but with the type of crap she’d been pulling- not to mention her self-absorbed attitude and annoying voice- I couldn’t say I felt sorry for her. “What the hell could I have to say to you Berry?” I snapped, the feeling of being head Cheerio instantly returning as if it had never left. “We’re far from friends. In fact, what are you even doing out here? Last time I checked losers didn’t belong on this field.” Okay, so that was kind of a low blow. I knew it. But it was easier to be the bitch than sort through all those feelings again. I was channeling my inner Cheerio, knowing Santana would be proud.
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