"So... this week´s assignment is to write something you don´t like about yourself on this shirt. With this machine." Mr. Schue pointed at a gadget I had never seen before. "Lex, haven´t you got anything you want to sing to us today?"

I shook my head, grabbed a notebook and a pencil from my rucksack. Wrote "hoarse" at the first empty paper. And showed it to Mr. Schue.

He smiled, "I see! Another day then"

I nodded, maybe... another day. Actually, I wasn´t hoarse at all, I just didn´t want to sing. What if the others didn´t think I was good enough? Would I be out of glee club?

"So, I guess you all can go home then. Lex can I talk to you before you go?"

I nodded.

"So... Lex, you´re not hoarse at all, are you?"

I shook my head.

"But why did you say you were?"

I shrugged.

"I was afraid, that I wouldn´t be good enough." I almost whispered.

"Good enough for what?"

"Dunno, glee club I guess."

Mr Schue smiled.

"And what did you think we would do if you hadn´t been good enough, kick you out of glee- club? Cause that´s not the way it´s working in glee. Maybe in the cheerios, but not in glee. And you´ve got an amazing voice Lex, you really have."

"You´re the only one who has ever believed in me."

"Me? But what about your parents?"

"I don´t want to talk about THEM! Mind your own business." I stood up and ran out of the choir room, before Mr. Schue had the chance to ask anymore. If dad found out about Mr. Schue asking questions, both me and Mr. Schue would be in trouble. And I mean BIG trouble. I had run almost all the way home when I remembered that I´d forgot my rucksack in the choir room. But I couldn´t go back and face Mr. Schue.

"Hiya dad," I shouted as usual when I came indoors.

"Come here" he shouted just as usual. I had been through this too many times.

"Alright dad, what do you want me to do? I walked into the kitchen.

"Why are you late?" He hissed.

"I told you, I´ve joined the glee club."

"And I think you should quit glee- club."

"Well, that´s not your decision to make is it?" Why did I keep on doing this? I really shouldn´t answer him... I really shouldn´t

"YES it´s my decision, cause your my daughter, and you better do as you´re told." Dad grabbed my shirt and threw me down on the floor.

"I hate you" I realized what I´d said just as the word "you" had left my lips. And I could see dad´s foot coming, as in slow motion. He kicked me in the nose. I could hear it crack.

"And also" dad continued. "You can´t sing, I know you can´t sing."

"Mr. Schue says I´m a good singer." I continued.

"And who´s Mr. Schue." Exactly at that moment, we both could hear a knock on the door. Dad went to see who it was, and when he came back. The one who followed him was...

"That´s Mr. Schue," I said. "What are you doing here?"

"You... what happened to your nose?"

"None of your business," I said.

"Maybe you should go now." Dad said. "Or did you actually want something?"

"Actually, Lex forgot her rucksack in the choir room, thought I should give it back to her. I´ll just leave it here." He laid my rucksack on the hallway floor, and then walked out of the house and closed the door behind him. When dad heard Mr. Schue drive away from our house my dad continued.

"You forgot your rucksack on purpose, just to make him come here didn´t you?"

"No I didn´t."

"STOP lying to me."

"No dad, I swear I didn´t"
The last thing I could remember was his foot coming towards my head.