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In the past month, give or take, Charlie McGee's life had changed drastically. While she was away for a weekend with friends at their beach house in New Jersey, a fire had broken out at home and took everything that mattered to Charlie. Namely, her parents.
After the funeral, she moved to Lima, Ohio to live with her uncle (on her mother's side) and cousin which wasn't a bad thing, realy. It just took charlie a couple weeks to fully settle in, even going so far as to miss the first couple weeks of school.
She just didn't think she was able to leave the house without fear of breaking down in public.
Cry? In front of people she's never met?
No, sir. No, thank you.
But even Charlie understands she can't spend her life in hiding. It's not what her parents would want.
So she went to school, driving her old, red truck into the parking lot and eyeing the building with apprehension.
She didn't want to be here, but here she was, parking and climbing out of the truck, backpack over her shoulder and her records from her old school held firmly in her hand. She calls Kurt, waiting for him to answer so she can tell him she's here, but someone shouts "Hey! New girl!" And all Kurt gets to hear is the all too familiar sound of Slushie hitting fabric and the undignified shriek of Charlie. Followed by an all too glorious string of profanity from Charles.
Welcome to school, Charlie.
After the funeral, she moved to Lima, Ohio to live with her uncle (on her mother's side) and cousin which wasn't a bad thing, realy. It just took charlie a couple weeks to fully settle in, even going so far as to miss the first couple weeks of school.
She just didn't think she was able to leave the house without fear of breaking down in public.
Cry? In front of people she's never met?
No, sir. No, thank you.
But even Charlie understands she can't spend her life in hiding. It's not what her parents would want.
So she went to school, driving her old, red truck into the parking lot and eyeing the building with apprehension.
She didn't want to be here, but here she was, parking and climbing out of the truck, backpack over her shoulder and her records from her old school held firmly in her hand. She calls Kurt, waiting for him to answer so she can tell him she's here, but someone shouts "Hey! New girl!" And all Kurt gets to hear is the all too familiar sound of Slushie hitting fabric and the undignified shriek of Charlie. Followed by an all too glorious string of profanity from Charles.
Welcome to school, Charlie.
