The next day had come after what seemed like years of a wait. My school life didn't get any better by the day as my mother had described it would. I couldn't wait to show Rachel up at the audition today. Maybe I could make some decent friends out of Glee Club. Not that friends were a huge deal to me, It would just be nice to have someone to go to besides my parents after school, or during school for that matter.
I walked into the building, looking around corners to make sure it was safe to come out. As I walked toward the corner that my locker was located in, I noticed a large shadow. It was huge, the shadow of a football player. I slammed my back to the wall, then I began to really think about my options. "I could stand here and hide, or I could fight the dude with my kicks." I though to myself. I began pondering this and sighed, hoping I made the right decision. I walked around from the corner and in front of me stood an immensely tall guy, with a large waist and round head. His skin was a random shade of brown, as I realized he was bald. I felt the strong urge to laugh, but somehow managed to hold it off for a little longer.
"Welcome to high school loser." He comment, shaking his head while looking at a Glee sign-up sheet, which was located in his huge, meaty hand.
"Your going down punk!" I yelled, making myself sound like an idiot. I was tiny, very skinny and only about 5'2" while he was a massive, giant, thing! I shifted the momentum from my mouth to my leg, moving it upward and aggressively kicking his 6' chin, until he fell hard to the ground. I was shocked by my kicking power. I never kicked that hard in the fighting arena. It must be the adrenaline.
I kept on walking, hoping that no one knew it was me until the day was over. I was just about to walk to Glee auditions when I hear "Forrest Kross. Report to the principles office." I sighed in disappointment, now I would have to wait another day. Every day at this stupid high school seems to grow worse and worse. I miserably walked just past the auditorium to the principles office.
In front of me was a man who looked no taller than 5'5" and appeared foreign. I take it he was my principle. I didn't like this guy. He seemed so frantic, it was pathetic and his voice was high pitched and annoying. "How dare you think that you can start a fight in my school!" he yelled, pounding his fist on the table.
"Listen," I began, "That punk started crap with me." I continued, "He was pickin' on me." I continued, while taking a deep breath and letting out a sigh. "It was self-defense." I finished as I made my way toward the exit slowly.
"Fine, your free to go. I can believe everything you said." he stated blankly as I turned my head and walked on, until I got into the hallway. I continued strolling toward the auditorium. When I finally reached it, I realized that everyone was still there. I still had a chance to join Glee. Rachel was standing at the front of the room alongside who looked to be our teacher. He was slightly tall with dark eyes and brow curly hair. "You're Forrest?" he asked calmly. I could tell he was looking at my size. I know that I'm smaller than most girls but its because I train with my fighting so much… or that's what my mom tells me.
"Yeah. I'm Forrest and I'm ready to audition." I stated as I walked to the stage, standing in the middle. Rachel and the tall teacher man stepped down. I gathered my thoughts and energy. I had picked to song last night. I stood there powerfully as I opened my mouth and began smoothly letting out the powerful words in a song by Pink. I was singing the sing You and Your Hand by Pink. For some reason it made me feel empowered and indestructible.