I'm Not Leaving. ~ (Santana Lopez Fanfiction)

Chapter 1.

I have no friends, and I don't care. I walk the halls alone and sit alone. I spend the weekends at home studying. If not studying, I spend time with my mom and grandma. I never go to parties, or ever drink alcohol. I guess you could call me that nerdy 16 year old girl who still cuddles her mom goodnight. My grades are above my year level, and I have not failed one class yet. It was the start of summer, meaning school was only a few days away. I was mentally getting myself prepared. Going to bed at 8pm, waking up at 6am and doing the regular before school activities. 

"Santana Lopez, you have spent all day studying. School doesn't start for another four days. Come watch a movie, relax that mind of yours." Mom said, walking over to my bed where I was laying. I closed my History book and rolled over to meet my moms dark brown eyes. 

"I need to pass, therefore studying is my first priority." I smiled and she smiled back. She lent in and hugged me, before pulling away and standing up. 

"Missing a few hours studying is not going to mess up your whole year." Mom stated. Is she stupid? Missing three minutes of study can completely ruin my schooling performance. I gave in anyway and followed mom downstairs where my grandma was. 

"Finally got the girl from her room." Grandma smiled, looking into my eyes. I loved my grandma more than anything. I loved the way she would wipe my tears as I cried. The way she hugs me and doesn't let go until she knows I'm okay. She was my idol, and with her being by my side everyday, gave me hope for the future. That I could become just as successful as her.

"With a struggle. What should we watch?" Mom asked, kneeling beside the DVD rack. I sat down on the couch and pulled the couch blanket over me. The house was cold, never warm. Three girls living here, not one of us knew what to do with a fire. You would think you just put wood in it, light it and boom. You have fire. But no, when switches and handles come into it all, its a completely different story. "Anyone gonna give me an idea? Or should we just watch TV?"

"Put on a documentary, this girl wants to study. She can study a documentary." Grandma laughed and I smiled. She was so precious. I watched mom grab out a documentary and put it into the DVD player. I grabbed the remote and switched on the TV. Mom sat down next to me and together we watched a documentary about Penguins. 

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"Santana, honey. Its your first day of school." Moms voice woke me. A smile grew on my face. School. The one place I loved, but hated at the same time. A new year, meaning new people. Meaning I may or may not make friends today. Mom sat a glass of juice down on my bed side table and sat on the end of my bed. "I need to go to work before you leave, so you have to walk to school." I groaned and fell back onto my bed. The rides to school were the best part of my day. The only time mom and I could bond with music. "I'm sorry honey. You can attack Mark for that. He called me in early." She lent in and kissed my forehead. "Have a good day." 

After I was showered, I chucked on a black skirt and a white blouse that was tucked into it. School is a place to look your best, and why wear a hoodie and jeans when you could dress up nice and impress the teachers. First impressions are the most important. I pulled my hair into a bun and applied some light foundation. I slipped into my black slip on shoes, then grabbed my books and wallet. Grandma had already left to go to work, meaning I had to lock the house. I began walking down the footpath to my school, until I came to a sudden halt. 

"Are you okay?" I walked toward the girl who was sitting next to the pavement, crying. I knelt down in front of her and tilted her chin to look at mine. This girl was broken. Her blonde hair was hanging over her shoulders, and her black mascara had run down her cheeks. She was clenching onto her book, and next to her was a folder that was open. I picked it up and fixed the pages that had fallen out. "Hey." I tilted her chin again. This time, her blue eyes met mine.