CHAPTER 1
Alexander descended the school stairs to get to the courtyard. The other students were paying him no attention, which he didn't care about. He was happy that the New Directions had gotten through Sectionals in one piece, and that he had done something to help. It wouldn't be too long until they would be able to get through Regionals and eventually Nationals. This wasn't his all-time goal, to be a member of a music club or be a musical success. He was just interested in fulfilling his role as a student, doing his work, graduating, and moving on from there. Even as he went down the second flight of stairs, passing by all the students and faculty around him, none of them interested him in the slightest. As he turned the corner of the stairs to continue, he did not expect to run into Scott Cooper and other hockey players coming up, with Scott armed with a Slushee.
"What's up, freak?" said Scott, and he proceeded to toss his Slushee into Alexander's face. The cold drink got into his eyes, painfully blinding him and causing him to yell out. Because he could not see where he was going, he frantically waved around to grab something, but ended up tripping on the steps and falling down the stairs, landing head-first on the floor with a solid crunch.
"Ooh, and he's down for the count!" Scott jeered, high-fiving his teammates. They continued to jeer until they noticed that Alexander wasn't getting up.
"Okay, come on, dude, that's not funny. Get up", he said, but got no response. All of the other students were staring at both Alexander's lifeless body and up at them.
"Hey, come on, man, you're making me look bad here", he said, approaching Alexander's body. It didn't take long for him to notice a deep cut in Alexander's forehead. Scott jumped backwards and headed back to his teammates.
"Guys, come on, let's get out of here!" he shouted, and they immediately left. The students clamored around Alexander, bringing out their phones to dial 911.