Our Glee Club sit in the Auditorium and we watch Santana talk about Glee Club.
She takes a seat on the edge of the stage.
"Okay girls. Regionals is in a few days. We have been working our butts off. We can beat everyone else's lame Glee Clubs," she said with an innocent smile. "So, here are the notices that you need to get signed so you can actually go to Regionals." We all stand up and we grab a piece of paper each.
The bell rings and everyone leaves the Auditorium, except Santana and I. I walk up to her and I sit next to her on the edge of the stage.
"You are doing great Santana," I said with a little smile. She smiles back.
"Thanks Emily. I have to tell you something. If we don't win Regionals, there will be no Heart Attack," she said and I nod.
"I understand. That's why I have to be the best of the best," I said.
"Okay. Prove it to me. Sing this song to me," I said and she gives the sheet music to me. I smile.
"I love this song," I said and the band starts to play.
Santana:
Hope the wound heals but it never does
That's cause you're at war with love
You're at war with love, yeah
Emily-Grace:
These battle scars don't look like they're fading
Don't look like they're ever going away
They ain't never gonna change
These battle...
Santana:
Never let a wound ruin me
But I feel like ruin's wooing me
Arrow holes, they never close from Cupid on a shooting spree
Feeling stupid cause I know it ain't no you and me
But when you're trying to beat the odds up
Been trying to keep your nods up
And you know that you should know
And let her go
But the fear of the unknown
Hold another lover strong
Sends you back into the zone
With no Tom Hanks to bring you home
A lover not a fighter
On the front line with a poem
Trying to write yourself a rifle
Maybe sharpen up a stone
To fight the tanks and drones of you being alone
Emily-Grace:
I wish I never looked, I wish I never touched
I wish that I could stop loving you so much
Cause I'm the only one that's trying to keep us together
When all of the signs say that I should forget her
I wish you weren't the best, the best I ever had
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Junior Year (Sequel to Start Off Fresh)
Fanfiction(READ 'START OFF FRESH' BEFORE READING THIS BOOK) Emily-Grace is at McKinley High for her second year. She has a wonderful boyfriend and two amazing brothers. But then, someone she thought she could trust betrays her. What will she do? Also, what wi...