I do not own the characters of Glee. They rightfully belong to Ryan Murphy. I only own this idea.
Before Kurt had the chance to write down what he was thinking on the note, Sam snatched it away and crumpled it up, much to the smaller teen's shocked look. "Alright class, if you're finished with your assignment, go ahead and turn it in. Place it in the bin, please.", explained Mrs. McClure as she gestured towards the bin on her desk. The blonde looked down at the blank assignment sheet on his desk and let his head drop down onto his arm for a minute before he slipped the sheet into his folder and tucked it away. When the bell rang out above them all, everybody rose from their seats and gathered their books, the sounds of their sneakers on the floor filling the room. "Mr. Evans, I don't see your name on any of these papers.", explained the Teacher as she flicked through them all one by one. Sam ducked his head and walked out of the classroom, hearing the woman calling out behind him, soon being drowned out by the bunch of voices coming from the hallway.
"Look alive, Lady Lips!", called out a Sophomore football player, two seconds before he threw a cherry flavored slushie directly at the blonde's face. Sam didn't have the chance to react before he felt the icy sting of the slushie as it coated his face and ran down his shirt. The blonde wiped his face clean and clenched his hands into fists, just as the smaller jock began to walk away, the older teen grabbed his by the back collar of his red and white jersey. In a second he hauled the teen back by his jersey and slammed him into the row of lockers, watching as the other students in the hall parted to give them room. The Sophomores eyes widened in surprise, he was never expecting the older football player to react in the way he had. Sam wasn't in the mood to show mercy today as his arm drew back and his fist connected with the teen's jaw, he put enough force into it that he heard a sharp snap before the teen fell back against the lockers again. The blonde recognized that sound, the sound of breaking bones, he managed to either break his jaw or shatter it.
Before Sam had the chance to get in another swing that would count, he was hauled back by three pairs of arms belonging to Puck, Mike, and Finn. "That's enough, man! He's had it!", exclaimed Mike as he held onto the back of the blonde's belt and hauled him back, while Puck and Finn grabbed his arms. "What the hell is going on here?!", demanded Coach Beiste as she came walking down the hallway towards the teens. "He dislocated my jaw!", explained the Sophomore as he cradled his jaw in his hand, having a bit of difficulty forming his words. "How about I shatter it?", asked Sam as he lunged forward again, trying to get out of the other teen's grasps. "Enough! Sam, go get cleaned up. Ridel, go to the Nurse.", ordered Coach Beiste as he gestured in the opposite direction for each teen. Puck and Finn all but dragged Sam to the bathroom, giving him a gentle nudge through the door while they waited outside for him.
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"Alright, class. This week there is no assignment. You can sing whatever you would like to, it doesn't matter by who or where it came from.", explained Mr. Shuester as he tossed his marker into the air, hearing it fall behind him. "But we always have an assignment! You can't just go and change that on us!", exclaimed Rachel as she rose from her seat beside Finn. "Does anybody have an example that they'd like to sing? Or anything you would like to sing?", asked Mr. Shuester as he looked from student to student. Sam slowly rose his hand from his position in the back of the room, before he rose from his seat and walked down the rows of chairs. "Go ahead, Sam.", said their Teacher as he stepped to the side, leaning against the black piano. The blonde told the band his song choice before he waited for his cue to start singing.
My little girl met a new friend.
Just the other day.
On the playground at school.
Between the tires and the swings.
But she came home from tear-filled eyes.
And she said to me "Daddy, Alyssa lies."
I just brushed it off at first.
Cause I didn't know how much my little girl had been hurt.
Or the things she had seen.
I wasn't ready when I said you can tell me.
And she said.
Alyssa lies.
To the classroom.
Alyssa lies.
Everyday in school.
Alyssa lies.
To the teachers.
As she tries to cover every bruise.
My little girl laid her head down.
That night to go to sleep.
As I stepped out of the room I heard her say.
A prayer so soft and sweet.
God bless my mom and my dad.
And my new friend Alyssa.
I know she needs you bad.
I had the worst night of sleep in years.
As I tried to think of a way to calm her fears.
I knew exactly what I had to do.
But when we got to school on Monday I heard the news.
My little girl asked me why everybody looked so sad.
The lump in my throat grew bigger.
With every questions that she asked.
Until I felt the tears run down my face.
And I told her that Alyssa wouldn't be at school today.
She doesn't lie.
In the classroom.
She doesn't lie.
Anymore at school.
Alyssa lies.
With Jesus.
Because there's nothing anyone would do.
Tears filled my eyes.
When my little girl asked me why Alyssa lies.
Daddy tell me why.
Alyssa lies.
