"Will was confused. Whenever Puck said this Kurt kid's name, he said it like a cheesy ghost would on a Halloween special. But it wasn't anything to dwell on for long, for Puck's story was still going on, and he didn't want to miss a second of this. For this man's sanity and his own on this bus ride."
It's been two weeks since school has started, and every kid and parent kept their word. No one talked to Kurt. No one liked him, and no one hated him. He was invisible, just sitting in the back of class doing the school work alone and quietly. No matter how hard Kurt tried to get kids to talk to him and be his friend during the first week, they all gave him the cold shoulder. So he finally gave up, submitting to his fate in this school.
During class, everyone was working in their textbooks reading Romeo and Juliet.
"This is ridiculous! Why do I need to know what all these stupid words mean", Puck thought angrily to himself as the tried to decipher the old English language. "But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? What the hell does this even mean?" Puck's eyes drooped closed, and blinked open, falling asleep.
He heard a chair scrape across the floor, and he turned his head slightly to the back of the room to see who made the noise. Turns out it was Kurt, who got up from his seat holding a pencil with a broken tip. He was heading to the front of the class to sharpen his pencil. He didn't look at anyone when he started going up, knowing no one would care for what he did.
All of a sudden, Kurt tripped over the ground. No one knows how, but it must have been over his own feet, because nothing was there to trip on. Once he hit the ground, all you could hear was a sickening Thud and Crack. No one moved, no one even dared to breathe. Kurt's body was still. No one knew what to do. Even Mrs. Corcoran stayed in her seat staring at the student on the ground.
Then, Kurt got up. Like nothing happened, he dusted off his pants and continued to the front of the class to sharpen his pencil. Once he was done he walked back to his seat and continued working.
No one knew what to say. The kid just fell face first into the ground, making a sound equivalent to that of breaking your head, and he just gets up and walks like nothing had happened.
Puck didn't know want to say, and he certainly couldn't concentrate on this boring play any longer, his mind wandering to the mysterious kid. Now, he was wide awake.
"Dude! Did you hear what happened in English today!"
"Yeah it was crazy man! It's like he can't feel any pain!"
"I know it had to have hurt. I've fell many times, and I know what the worst sounds like. That was it."
Currently everyone was in the cafeteria talking about what went on during English class. Turns out news travels fast at a school like this. Everyone was amazed at the reaction, or lack of one, during his meeting with the floor.
Puck didn't want to engage in the conversations. He didn't know what to say. The other three couldn't shut up about it though. Then Dave spoke up, with a scoff.
"Dude, it had to have hurt. He probably was in a huge amount of pain, and just hid it well. I bet you five dollars that he's in the bathroom crying his eyes out like a baby and crying for his mommy." Everyone started laughing at Dave's joke; I grinned but didn't make any noise. Sure, I've bullied my fair share of kids in elementary school, and already today, but all those kids had friends to support them. Kurt, he didn't have anyone.
"Probably, man. No one can handle that kind of fall without feeling some kind of pain," Finn stated while nodding his head, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. He was the kind of guy who went along with what another said, just so he wouldn't get bullied himself.
No one in this group ever doubted each other, we come to group votes. And the group vote for today…
Bully Hummel until some kind of emotion or reaction came from him.
But first, there was still a question that was roaming through everyone's minds; why can't anyone talk to Kurt? All they know is their parents told them not to interact with him, and that's how they accepted it. But what's the reason? They had to find out. It could help them find the best way to torture the kid.
So they went to the source: Mrs. Corcoran. She's the one who told all the parents at the beginning to ignore him. She has to know the reason, and if she doesn't tell them, they could find a way to figure it out without her knowing.
Once the bell rang signaling the end of lunch, the boys shuffled slowly to their next class. Afterwards, they were all going to head to Corcoran to get some answers.
"I hate math."
"I hate history."
"I hate you."
"I hate your mom."
Sam, Puck, Dave and Finn were all walking down the hallway, heading to Mrs. Corcoran's room to get answers on the mysterious boy.
"But seriously! Beaste gave me detention for not wanting to graph the damn equations! When are we even going to need to graph equations? She's out to get me." Dave and Beaste have been at it all through the year so far. On the first day Dave commented on her bulky figure saying she could rival any man he's ever seen.
"Guys, guys! We're here," Sam shouted, getting the groups attention. And he was right; they were outside Corcoran's door. Sam grasped the doorknob, and opened it slowly, peaking his head in. Mrs. Corcoran was hunched over her desk, doing what appears to be grading papers.
Hearing the ruckus at her door, she looked up and noticed the boys. She took off her glasses and sat up.
"Well hello boys. What do I owe this meeting too," she said as she graced them with a small smile.
"Well," Finn started shifting from foot to foot, twiddling his fingers. "We were talking and…. Well…."
Puck couldn't take the stalling, so he came out with the question they were dying to know.
"Why can't we talk to Kurt," he asked bluntly.
Corcoran's demeanor changed quickly, from the kind teacher they all love to dark and menacing. Her grin turning into a large frown.
"Why on Earth do you need to know that?" Corcoran's voice was laced with venom.
Now all of them were shifting from foot to foot, feeling the awkward tension in the air.
"Um, well… It because… you see…" Dave stumbled on his words, not quite sure what to say to stop the wrath of the teacher in front of them.
"We just want to know the reason we can't talk to one of our classmates. It just seems… weird that you called our parents to tell us this and we can't have a legitimate reason." Everyone stared at Finn. That was probably the most intelligent thing anyone has ever heard from the Frankenteen's mouth. Even Corcoran's eyes were larger than normal as she stared at the teen.
Corcoran placed her elbows onto the desk and started rubbing her temples. "Finn, I'm not sure if I really believe in your point, but, even if I tell you, what will that change? You still can't talk to the boy. It would be useless facts that will empty out of your brains in a week's time."
The boys couldn't think of a retort to her statement. It was true, to the parent's knowledge. Them knowing the reason would make no difference what so ever in their lives. Or Kurt's life. But they knew the real reason to wanting the facts, which can change Kurt's life and their own.
"Please can we know? Like you said, we'd forget it in a week's time. So what's the harm of us knowing?" Sam smiled, thinking it could lessen the tension in the room.
Corcoran sighed, rubbing her temples even more. Afterwards she looked up and around like she was the victim in a horror movie. Then she stared intently at the boys.
"Alright boys, but if you tell anyone; friends, family, acquaintances, anyone, there will be serious consequences or the lot of you" she said in a whisper. At this the boys perked up, knowing they were getting the information that they wanted.
"Kurt's mother, she's a gypsy. Those nasty, lying, thieving whores are a disgrace." The boys were shocked at the language that was currently coming out of their teacher's mouth. "She's a sin. And his birth from her, that means he's a sin too. That's why you can't talk to them. Their family is just a huge joke, a mess up. It's like their laughing in God's face at this very moment!" She made huge hand gestures, like the more she moved the more her point got across to the kids.
"That's…." Puck started, dumbfounded. "That's the reason we can't talk to him? Cause his mom's a gypsy? "Puck felt as the reason was a punch to the face. He was expecting something crazy, like they are wanted by the law, or are crazy. Not something stupid like being a gypsy. Puck wasn't even fully sure on what a gypsy really was. All he knows is that Kurt can't have any conversations with anyone because his mother wasn't normal.
"Yes Noah, that's all the reason everyone needs." They now knew she was very serious about this. No one ever calls Puck by his first name unless they were truly angry or serious.
"Now, none of what we have just said can leave this room. You must, must promise me this or I will not let you leave." She folded her hands on the desk.
All the boys exchanged looks of understanding and nodded. "Yes Mrs. Corcoran."
She smiled and placed her glasses back onto her face. "Good, now you boys have to leave. School has been over for a while, and I need to get caught up with these grades."