"Hello again, Mr. Schue." I smiled.
Mr. Schue smiled back. "Hello Sol." He turned his attention to Ms. Pillsbury. "Emma, could we talk?"
She nodded. They both looked at me. Getting the hint, I left.
Back in the now empty hallway, I realized still didn't know where Spanish was. I decided to spend the rest of that period in the bathroom.
-at the Girl's Bathroom-
When I walked in the girl's bathroom, I saw three girls standing at a sink and smoking. They all were wearing the same ensemble; black everything. The three were surrounding, or rather gathered around, a girl with pink hair. They turned to me in unison.Run. I instantly turned to leave, but the door was blocked by this one girl I hadn't seen. She too was dressed in the black ensemble, which she accessorized with a black hat.
I gulped. I turned in a way where I could see all four girls, three on my left and one on my right.
"What's your name", asked the girl on my left.
"S- Sol Si- Simons."
"You new to McKinley?"
I nodded. "Sophomore."
"Sophomore, huh?" She grabbed my shoulders, but before she could do anything Santana and a blonde girl walked into the bathroom. The blonde girl had on a cheerleader uniform too.
"What's going on here", asked Santana.
"Just making sure the new girl was comfortable", said the girl who was still holding my shoulders.
"Let her go", said the blonde cheerleader.
"Make us", said the african-american girl to my right.
Just as Santana was about to say something, the pink haired girl said, "Let's just go, guys."
The girls looked from the pink haired girl, to me, to Santana and friend, then back to the pink haired girl. "Quinn-", started a hefty caucasian girl to my right.
"I said let's go", said the pink haired girl named Quinn. The girl holding my shoulders let me go and the four left the bathroom, so it was just me and Santana and friend in the bathroom.
"Thanks", I said. Why did I say that? Santana nodded and her friend did the same. I recognized her from glee club. "Aren't you in glee club?"
"Yeah", she said. "I'm Brittany."
Santana turned to the mirror to fix her makeup and so did Brittany. I looked in the mirror to check my makeup. All good. "Uhh, who were those girls?"
"They're called The Skanks", said Santana without looking from the mirror.
"Why are they called that? Are they 'bad girls'? Are they slutty?"
"Instead of playing 20 questions, why don't you just-", Santana was interrupted by Brittany.
"You singing is amazing!"
"Thank you."
"The only other person who has a voice like that is Rachel."
Rachel? "She's not the competitive type, right?"
"After Sunshine and her became friends, not really." The bell rung. Santana and Brittany finished fixing their makeup and walked out of the bathroom.
I smoothed down my black dress. "If Rachel isn't competitive, then getting the lead in West Side Story won't be a struggle." I walked out of the bathroom.
Mr. Schue smiled back. "Hello Sol." He turned his attention to Ms. Pillsbury. "Emma, could we talk?"
She nodded. They both looked at me. Getting the hint, I left.
Back in the now empty hallway, I realized still didn't know where Spanish was. I decided to spend the rest of that period in the bathroom.
-at the Girl's Bathroom-
When I walked in the girl's bathroom, I saw three girls standing at a sink and smoking. They all were wearing the same ensemble; black everything. The three were surrounding, or rather gathered around, a girl with pink hair. They turned to me in unison.Run. I instantly turned to leave, but the door was blocked by this one girl I hadn't seen. She too was dressed in the black ensemble, which she accessorized with a black hat.
I gulped. I turned in a way where I could see all four girls, three on my left and one on my right.
"What's your name", asked the girl on my left.
"S- Sol Si- Simons."
"You new to McKinley?"
I nodded. "Sophomore."
"Sophomore, huh?" She grabbed my shoulders, but before she could do anything Santana and a blonde girl walked into the bathroom. The blonde girl had on a cheerleader uniform too.
"What's going on here", asked Santana.
"Just making sure the new girl was comfortable", said the girl who was still holding my shoulders.
"Let her go", said the blonde cheerleader.
"Make us", said the african-american girl to my right.
Just as Santana was about to say something, the pink haired girl said, "Let's just go, guys."
The girls looked from the pink haired girl, to me, to Santana and friend, then back to the pink haired girl. "Quinn-", started a hefty caucasian girl to my right.
"I said let's go", said the pink haired girl named Quinn. The girl holding my shoulders let me go and the four left the bathroom, so it was just me and Santana and friend in the bathroom.
"Thanks", I said. Why did I say that? Santana nodded and her friend did the same. I recognized her from glee club. "Aren't you in glee club?"
"Yeah", she said. "I'm Brittany."
Santana turned to the mirror to fix her makeup and so did Brittany. I looked in the mirror to check my makeup. All good. "Uhh, who were those girls?"
"They're called The Skanks", said Santana without looking from the mirror.
"Why are they called that? Are they 'bad girls'? Are they slutty?"
"Instead of playing 20 questions, why don't you just-", Santana was interrupted by Brittany.
"You singing is amazing!"
"Thank you."
"The only other person who has a voice like that is Rachel."
Rachel? "She's not the competitive type, right?"
"After Sunshine and her became friends, not really." The bell rung. Santana and Brittany finished fixing their makeup and walked out of the bathroom.
I smoothed down my black dress. "If Rachel isn't competitive, then getting the lead in West Side Story won't be a struggle." I walked out of the bathroom.
Living easy
Loving free
Season ticket for a one way ride
Asking nothing
Leave me be
Taken everything in my stride
Don't need reason
Don't need rhyme
Ain't nothin' I would rather do
Going down
By the time
My friends are gonna be there too, eh
I'm on a highway to hell
On the highway to hell
Highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell
No stop signs
Speed limit
Nobody's gonna slow me down
Like a wheel
Gonna spin it
Nobody's gonna mess me 'round
Hey Satan
Paid my dues
Playin' in a rockin' band
Hey momma
Look at me
I'm on my way to the Promised Land, wooh
I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell
Mmm, don't stop me
Eh,Eh,Eh
I'm on the highway to hell
On the highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell
On the highway to
Hell
Highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell
Highway to hell
Highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell
And I'm goin' down,all the waa-ay-aay, wohh
M-on the highway to hell
Loving free
Season ticket for a one way ride
Asking nothing
Leave me be
Taken everything in my stride
Don't need reason
Don't need rhyme
Ain't nothin' I would rather do
Going down
By the time
My friends are gonna be there too, eh
I'm on a highway to hell
On the highway to hell
Highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell
No stop signs
Speed limit
Nobody's gonna slow me down
Like a wheel
Gonna spin it
Nobody's gonna mess me 'round
Hey Satan
Paid my dues
Playin' in a rockin' band
Hey momma
Look at me
I'm on my way to the Promised Land, wooh
I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell
Mmm, don't stop me
Eh,Eh,Eh
I'm on the highway to hell
On the highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell
On the highway to
Hell
Highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell
Highway to hell
Highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell
And I'm goin' down,all the waa-ay-aay, wohh
M-on the highway to hell
I also loved the fantastic performances of ‘Vogue,’ ‘Express Yourself’ and all the messages about the boys being respectful to girls.
The entire cast was amazing. They’re all so talented. I especially loved Sue Sylvester (Jane Lynch) and Kurt Hummel’s (Chris Colfer) characters. [Show creator] Ryan Murphy did a great job bringing all these elements together.
[Daughter] Lola loved the show too. I wish I went to a high school like that…If only.”
US Weekly