"Ben, you downstairs? Or upstairs?" Ben's father, Artie, asked, as he wheeled into the kitchen. "Ah, there you are. Do you know where your mother is?" Just as those words were spoken, Brittany, dashed into the room. "Has any body seen my keys?" But she spoke those words, with a piece of toast in her mouth, so it came out strangley. Ben just gave her mother a look, and she yanked the toast out of her mouth, gently. "Sorry, have you seen my- Ah, thanks Ben. Where were they?" Ben laughed a little. "In my jeans pocket. You put them there when you were washing my clothes." His mother sighed. "Right, of course I did." Brittany was chewing on her toast, and she quickly finished it off before going to brush her teeth. Ben finished off his cereal and went to dump his bowl in the sink. He had already brushed in his teeth, when he was grabbing his back, and his mother finally came back down. "Have fun at school, sweetie." She kissed Ben on the forehead, but he didn't flinch. He was used to it. Brittany then kissed Artie. And the kiss wasn't on the forehead and it wasn't a quick one. "Alright, I'm going to school. Now." Ben warned his parents, and before long, their kiss was finished. "Alright, come on. I've got to drive your father to work aswell." Ben slung his back over his shoulder and start pushing his father towards the back door, and once they were out of the house, he pushed him around the side of the house and to the car. Once, his mother and him helped him into the car, Ben also got into the car and so did his mother.
About twenty-two minutes later, Ben was jumping out of the car at school. "Have fun at the office mom. And, dad, remind mom that she's picking me up tonight. After Glee, okay?"Artie nodded, and soon enough, the two lovebirds, were going on about how it was cute that Ben had joined Glee and Ben turned around. "Just go. Or you'll never get to work." Ben sighed and when they left, he headed into school, humming a random tune. He opened his locker, and start putting his books and bag away, still humming, as he closed his locker.
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"Hannah Victoria Schuester, get out of bed before I have to come up there and drag you outta it." Will's voice drifted up the windy staircase and Hannah called out, in reply. "Yeah, I'm out..I'm out.." Hannah sighed, getting out of bed as she spoke. "Good, now don't take hours getting ready." He replied, and Hannah grabbed a few items of clothing, and went straight into her small ensuite, closing the door behind her. After half an hour or so, Hannah appeared at the top of the stairs, her damp hair resting down her shoulders. "Don't wear that, it makes you look fat." Her mother's voice, suddenly said next to her, as her mother came down the stairs. "What??" Hannah was hurt now and she hurried down the stairs, to face her father. "I don't look fat do I?" Will shook his head. "Not at all sweetie. Your mother was just on the phone." Hannah nodded. "Alright, thanks." But her father opened his mouth to speak again. "If there was something wrong with it, it would be that it is, too short. And it is, Hannah. How did you even get that into this house? It looks trampish." Hannah gaped at her father. "But you said it was okay." Will shook his head. "I didn't say it was okay. Sue? Is there anyway you can make Hannah's dress longer? She looks like a tramp." Hannah frowned, hurt again. "Well, she would look much better in the cheerleadng uniform. But no, little miss whiney doesn't want to be in my incredibly awesome team." Hannah frowned harder, as her mother entered the room and start tugging down at the bottom of the dress. "Don't frown, love, I'm just worried about the amount of guys that are going to be staring at your butt. And your chest. Instead of your face." Will tried to sooth as Sue yanked down on the dress a little too hard and Hannah was left standing there, in her bra and underpants, before she burst into tears and ran out of the room, covering herself up. Sue was the one that had to go get her down from her room, when Hannah didn't come down twenty-minutes later. She was dressed in this
t-shirt, which made her chest look bigger (but her father hadn't figured it out, so don't tell him, he'd march her back upstairs and make her get changed), and her dark denim short-shorts, with yellow flats on her feet. "Hannah. It's fine. We've watched you grow up. Were not going to laugh at you and we aren't going to tell people." Her father joined her mother and they said that, together.
So, half an hour later, Hannah, Sue and Will were all walking into the school, Hannah trying to walk away from them, as quickly as she could. She was about, twenty metres away from them when she heard her name get called out. It was her mother and Hannah turned and walked up to her. "What?" They both gave her a long and squeezy hug, which made Hannah blush as it was in the middle of the hallway, and after a few mintues, they let her go on her way, calling out "Have a fun day," and "Remember that you've gotta come to the staffroom for your lunch today." Hannah cursed, under her breath. "Shit." She murmed. She forget about it, she didn't want to have to sit with her parents...and other teachers, who she knew and who adored her, and eat lunch. "I heard that, Hannah." Her father warned her and Hannah set off, quickly going to her locker and shoving everything away, before heading down the hallway again. But someone tapped her butt, hard, and Hannah turned to face the guy. "Aw look, it's daddy's little girl. I've heard all about you." Hannah frowned at the person standing in front of her. "Well, 'thanks' for the butt bruise, I'm going to leave. Now." Oliver shook his head. Hannah had heard about his dad, and what he did, and he didn't like it. "Your gonna stay with me. If I can't screw with Janessa, I may aswell, screw with you." Hannah, using quick thinking, kicked him in the nuts and ran off, the water works starting, hoping he wouldn't follow her. She came to the choir room, and walked in, crying. But Haily was in there. "I can go if you want." She choked out, her beautiful face being ruined by her tears.