My homework wasn't there.
Life can get you down so I just numb the way it feels
I drown it with a drink and out of date prescription pills
And all the ones that love me they just left me on the shelf
No farewell
So before I save someone else, I've got to save myself
And before I blame someone else, I've got to save myself,
And before I love someone else, I've got to love myself
I slowly began to panic, thinking of all the possible ways that I would get as punishment, detention, suspense, being expelled.
I hardly ever got in trouble, and I never forgot my homework. "This can't be happening" I whispered to myself. I rummaged through my bag, but my homework still wasn't there. I placed my hands on my face, panicking even more.
I noticed a small piece of paper being handed over to me, I looked at it for a second. It had all the answers to the homework questions on it, I looked to my side to see who gave it to me. It was Dylan Hudson-Hummel, I think he was adopted a year or two after after his older brother Finn died, and his other older brother, Kurt, recently began teaching here. Dylan was one of the nicest guys I've ever met. I glanced over at his face, was he, blushing? I think he was.
I smiled at him, "Thank you!" I whispered, he gave me a thumbs up.
"No problem."
I slowly began to calm down, as I walked into the canteen for lunch, in the corner, I could see the twins, but was stopped by Ms Pillsbury. "Cecelia hi! Would you mind stepping into my office with me for a moment?" She asked. I looked at her confused, but nodded my head yes.
"Now Cecelia, I've noticed that you've been very tired lately. Are you feeling well?" She asked, sounding very concerned. I was still confused, "yeah I feel fine, why?". She walked over to pick up a pamphlet, and gave it to me, on the cover it said "are you depressed?". "So you think I'm depressed?" I asked, and she placed a pen she was holding neatly on her desk.
" Cecelia, I've noticed some changes in you recently, you always seem to be tired, you've been very anxious, and I don't mean to sound too sound rude but it seems like you've lost a lot of weight. Sleep problems, anxiety, and changes in appetite and I weight are all symptoms of depression. I would like for you to come back to me on Thursday after lunch so we can talk more, if that's okay with you." She finally finished.
"Yep, that's fine with me" I sighed, still shocked at what she had told me.
"Wait so she told you that you have depression?" Harley asked as Virgil day there, surprised like me. "Yup and she wants me to go back to her on Thursday after lunch to take more"
"'Maybe you should join glee club, maybe it could help relax you?" Virgil finally perked up. "Glee club is always looking for new members, plus you used to love singing!" Harley added.
I nodded, a bit anxiously.
We talked to mr Schue, and he agreed to let me audition. I ended up rapping "My Shot" from Hamilton.
I stood in front of the club, my hands shaking as I began.
I am not throwing away my shot!
I am not throwing away my shot!
Hey yo, I'm just like my country
I'm young, scrappy and hungry
And I'm not throwing away my shot!
I'ma get a scholarship to King's College
I prob'ly shouldn't brag, but dag, I amaze and astonish
The problem is I got a lot of brains but no polish
I gotta holler just to be heard
With every word, I drop knowledge!
I'm a diamond in the rough, a shiny piece of coal
Tryin' to reach my goal. My power of speech: unimpeachable
Only nineteen but my mind is older
These New York City streets get colder, I
shoulder
Ev'ry burden, ev'ry disadvantage
I have learned to manage, I don't have a gun to brandish
I walk these streets famished
The plan is to fan this spark into a flame
But damn, it's getting dark, so let me spell out the name
I am the—
A-L-E-X-A-N-D
E-R—we are—meant to be
A colony that runs independently
Meanwhile, Britain keeps hittin' on us endlessly
Essentially, they tax us relentlessly
Then King George turns around, runs a spending spree
He ain't ever gonna set his descendants free
So there will be a revolution in this century
Enter me!
(He says in parentheses)
Don't be shocked when your hist'ry book mentions me
I will lay down my life if it sets us free
Eventually, you'll see my ascendancy
And I am not throwing away
My shot (my shot)
I am not throwing away
My shot (my shot)
Hey yo, I'm just like my country
I'm young, scrappy and hungry
And I'm not throwing away my shot
And I'm not throwing away my shot
When I was done, mr Schuester walked up to me, putting his hand out to shake mine, and said, "welcome to glee club" while smiling.
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