AN: New story everyone! I'm not sure how long the chapters of this thing are going to be, but I think that they'll be longer than the introduction, since the introduction is just setting things up! :) if you enjoyed it, hated it, didn't think anything of it, have something you want to see, something you don't want to see, something you want to say, something you don't want to say, anything really, leave a review! To say that they are greatly appreciated would be an understatement - they are the thing that makes a writer push through when they're stuck. Hope you like it. Enjoy the chapter!

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Introduction - Martha Beck

Quinn Fabray was not proud.

This was strange, because Quinn Fabray had always been proud. Proud to be a Fabray, proud to be a daddy's girl, proud to be the first one in her class who knew how to ride a bike, proud to be the first one in her class who could read, proud to be going to High School, proud to be made Head Cheerio, and proud of whatever she would make of her life. However, last year, her pride had ended, and the era of shame had begun.

Ashamed to be pregnant, ashamed to have cheated on her boyfriend, ashamed to be kicked off the cheerio's, ashamed to be in Glee because she had nobody else, ashamed to be homeless, ashamed to be Quinn Fabray; the prime example of how the mighty can fall.

Not this year though. No, Quinn knew better. This was a brand new year. A brand new start, without a baby, with a home, she was going to figure her life out again.

Junior year was supposed to be her knew start. She'd wanted to be independent. No more drama with Finn or Puck, but focusing on getting back on top again. Being back at the Cheerio's had been the first goal she had reached in a long time, and Quinn Fabray loved setting goals for herself to reach. But before she knew it, she was back at square one. Without a baby, thank god, but again with a boyfriend whom she cheated on. Again without the Cheerio's. And although it had been her own choice, she wasn't sure she was happy with it anymore.

She'd done something wrong, somewhere. Otherwise, she would have been crowned Prom Queen, and Finn wouldn't have broken up with her. This wasn't the way it was supposed to be.

So Quinn was going for another fresh start.

Except that she didn't know where to start.

Quinn had lost herself. Quinn Fabray was lost. And she didn't know how to find herself again. After everything that had gone down in her life, she didn't know anything anymore.

She wasn't sure what she wanted, she wasn't sure what she needed, she wasn't sure who she was.

So shame had kicked in again when she realized one thing: she needed help. One thing she was sure of, was that she hated help and most definitely did not want it. However, she did need it.

If Quinn Fabray was going to get help she damn well wasn't going to come crawling to any adult from Lima. The fact that they still lived here was proof enough that their advise wasn't worth a dime. She also wasn't going to talk to some kind of therapist, because she wasn't insane, she was just a little lost. And she wasn't going to get any good help from anyone from school - she sure as hell wanted to avoid that - so it had to be a stranger. A secret, that she could hide easily.

A self-help book.

She'd driven 2 hours to find a bookshop that wasn't owned by Artie's dad and now she was staring at a stack of self-help books with titles so incredibly unattractive that they were making her re-think her decision.

"Martha St. Cloud - How I Bettered My Life With Pilates"

"John Paul Johnson - Kama Sutra for the Soul"

"Don't Worry Be Happy - A Cheerful Guide For The Bipolar And Clinically Depressed!"

"Guru Pitka - I Know You Are, But What Am I?

"How I Found My Way Back From Addictions (5 times) - Lindsay Lohan"

"Suicide - A Positive Approach by Glen Coco"

"Oh, for Gods sake," Quinn muttered. She didn't need any of those people. She probably needed every good self-help book in the world, and it still wouldn't be enough. That's when the book caught her eye.

Tom Butler-Bowdon - 50 self-help classics; 50 inspirational books to transform your life.

It wasn't that big - maybe 300 pages? - and Quinn picked it up to look inside. The list of names was long - 50 names long - and she realized that this book contained all the books she needed. It had the Bible, and Marces Aurelius, and Emerson and Thomas Moore and Deepak Chopra... it had every kind of wisdom, stored inside.

She opened the book and was met with "Martha Beck" in bold, black print.

"Finding your own North Star; claiming the life you were meant to live."

"Listen carefully: Your family of origin does not know how to get you to your North Star. They didn't when you were little, they don't now, and they never will.
People whose families were accepting and supportive have to face the fact that familial love can't take them all the way towards their right lives."

The quote made her take a deep breath. Obviously, this was written for her. And the idea of 49 more lessons that applied to her so directly was very appealing. Maybe 50 people would know how to help her. 50 people could solve her problems, right?

In 3 pages, there was a summary of everything you needed to know about Martha Beck - whom Quinn had never heard of - and anything relevant she had written - it wasn't a history class, no ridiculous trivia, but short and to the point. Just the way Quinn liked it, no endless babbling about making the world a better place by doing more yoga.

On the bottom of the page, she found what truly won her over. If a thorough 3 page summary was too long for you, you always had tie 'in a nutshell'.

"In a nutshell: the book for you if you feel like your life has taken a wrong turn."

She knew this was it. Her best shot. 50 self-help books, 50 famous writers, 50 lessons. If this wouldn't change her life, nothing would.

She'd do them all - she'd try every trick in the book, because Quinn Fabray was desperate. Her hunger for change had turned into starvation, and she needed so badly to break out of her life and leave last year behind. She was willing to try anything. Even if it came in a package of 50 things. Well, the more she tried, the higher her chances of success were. Her Fabray-determination genes were officially in motion; she was going to do this, do it the best anyone had ever done it, and finish it with success.

This will be the first day of the rest of my life.

She paid with a blush on her face and looking down, just in case it actually was somebody who knew someone in Lima. This life, this shame about everything, it needed to stop. Quinn was ready to change her life. To flip it upside down and then turn it back around. She was ready, so ready.

Or so she hoped.