Santana Lopez (sg_santana) wrote in supergleerpg, @ 2011-10-27 01:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | !type: thread, -2011: october, character: gracie hewitt, wanted character: santana lopez, ~complete |
thread: Gracie and Santana
Who: Gracie and Santana
When: Wednesday 26 Oct
Where: McKinley
What: Santana is pissed. Gracie is nosy
Santana slammed her locker shut. The clang of metal on metal was loud even in the busy hallway. Good. She was having the worst day, and she didn’t care who knew it. Ms Pillsbury had called her into her office to talk about plans for the future. Just because she actually put a little effort into her algebra paper, everyone was giving her funny looks. So what if she’d decided she needed to seriously get the hell out of Lima, and relying on a cheer scholarship wasn’t going to cut it. That so wasn’t enough to justify being interrogated by a mousy ginger who wanted to know all about her college plans and SAT prep.
The worst part, though? As Santana had been making to leave - arms totally filled with the ridiculous stack of college brochures and SAT booklets, Ms. Pillsbury had called her back, twitching a little and clutching a pamphlet. She'd heard the rumors from last year too, she explained timidly. And perhaps Santana would like to talk about it. Or perhaps she might find some useful information in the pamphlet.
Gay - who, me? it read, with a cartoon of a pale, freckly girl with braces, wearing green suspenders, both arms raised in confusion and a thought bubble leading up to a picture of two other girls kissing. Oh god. She'd dropped it like it had burnt her, leaving Ms Pillsbury to scurry around to the other side of the desk and snap on gloves to pick up the abandoned pamphlet from the floor, while Santana made her escape.
So now she had a mountain of papers that had been forced upon her – dumped in her locker - and she still had Cheerios practice to get through, with Coach S who was in a particularly horrible mood. And just to make everything suck a little more, she’d passed her least favorite person in the world between Pillsbury’s office and her locker.
She was practically radiating hatred; imagining a host of horrible things happening to Artie as she stalked through the halls, making her way to the empty classroom at the very end of the art department. She just needed a few minutes where she didn’t have to be captain of the Cheerios or Brittany’s BFF. A few minutes to hate on Artie in peace. So what if he was a mostly okay person. He made Britt so happy that Santana felt sick to her stomach. So she could imagine him tripping down an escalator or being chased by a ‘gator if she wanted. It wasn’t like anybody else would have to know.