"So...as you all know. I´m Mr. Schuester. I´m the spanish teacher and the leader of New directions. Anyone have any questions?" Mr. Schuester gazed over all of the new members who had showed up in the choir room.
"No? Well let´s move on." He grabbed a bunch of papers from the piano and started to hand out them
"This...is a contract." He continued. "Sign this, and you have made a commitment to me, about not drinking any alcohol. During the rest of your time in glee club."
"And what if we break the promise?" A dark- haired boy asked.
"See that number at the corner?" Mr. Schuester said. "That´s my cellphone number. Of you break the promise, I want you to call me. And I´ll be there and give you a safe ride home. Yes Lex?"
I had slowly raised my hand to ask something.
"And what if we get in any trouble, without alcohol? Could we call you then as well?"
"Like what kind of trouble?" The dark- haired boy asked.
"I...I m..mean like, if we like, need someone to talk to...or something."
Mr Schuster smiled.
"Yes, you can call me then as well, if you´re drunk, I´ll give you a ride home. If you need somewhere to sleep, I´ll let you sleep at my house. If you need to talk, I´ll listen. And also... the door to my office is always open. Anymore questions?"
No one raised their hands so Mr. schuester let us go
When I walked at the driveway to my house, I could see through the kitchen window, that dad was drunk.
"Hiya dad." I shouted when I came through the door. "How´s your day been?"
"Come here." he shouted. "Why are you late?"
"Cause I´ve joined the glee club" I answered him.
"You...the glee club." he laughed. "You can´t sing"
"Have you ever heard me sing?" I was surprised myself that I answered him, cause I knew what would happen when I did.
"No... I know that you´r a rubbish singer because you´re a useless BRAT."
when he said brat, I could see his fist coming, and it hit my eye. I fell, and when I sat on the floor, I could almost hear his foot coming and he kicked me in the ribs.
"Dad" I sobbed. "daddy please stop." The last thing I remember is the sight of his hand coming towards my face.
When I woke up, my dad had went to bed. I stood up, and limped to the bathroom. My ribs hurted, so did my foot, my knee and my eye.
When I looked in the mirror, I could see that I had got a black eye. I pulled my blood strained othes of and dressed in my pyjamas. I had a big bruise on my knee, my foot was sprained, and I guessed I had one broken rib. I didn´t care much about it. It wasn´t the first time. I hadn´t been to the hospital in three years, and I had managed to survive loads of broken ribs. So I was sure it was going to be fine this time as well.
My knee hurted so bad I felt I coudn´t manage to go upstairs so I layed down in the osofa in the living room. And fell asleep.
Should I continue?