I yelled to them, there was no answer. I couldn't breathe anymore, I felt myself getting weaker, I was going to die, just like them if I didn't help. I heard a siren from outside. I was on the floor. I got up and called out again, still they didn't answer. I fell yet again, this time I was on my stomach. I heard a great crack, I couldn't see where the noise came from. The last I remember was the pain on my shoulder, then there was nothing.
Ali woke up with a jolt. Sweat and tears running down her face. She took a deep breath and wiped the moisture from her face. She glanced over at her clock, 2:43am. She sighed, pulled the covers off of her, got up, switched the light on and sat on the end of her bed. She bowed her head and put her hands on her forehead. She was still for a moment, then her body shook and audible sobs escaped from her. She stayed there for hours, only moving when it was time to get ready for school.
Ali looked even more untidy than usual, wearing a light red longsleve and white camo trousers, as she shuffled along the corridor towards her locker, closely mimicking a zombie. Her puffy eyes had black rings around them and were half closed. She brought her hand up to her mouth and yawned. She noticed Kurt nearby at his locker fixing his hair and examining his face, but didn't approach him, she got the feeling he didn't like her very much. Ali had just took her sleepy eyes off him when she was rudely awakened by a purple slushy to the face. She gasped at the sudden coldness and stopped moving. Her eyes were stinging, not just from the ice and juice but from the tears now falling. She wasn't sure if it was the shock or the fact that someone had done such a thing. She felt a hand grab her elbow and was lead into the girls bathroom.
"You need to get that off before it drips down to your pants" a high voice that Ali didn't reconigse said.
The person continued to the sinks, took some paper towels from the dispenser, wet them and placed them in blind Ali's hand. She wiped here eyes first, so she could see her helper. She looked through the mirror and saw Kurt. I was sure I heard a girls voice she thought, with a tiny frown.
"Hurry up, the syrup isn't good for the skin" he said, looking impatient, in the highest of voices.
Ali nodded, turned on the hot tap and started splashing the warmth on her face.
When she had got it all off she checked her face, which was red from the cold and her eyes where still a little swollen. She looked down at her still soaked top and tried to clean off the purple mess.
"It's gonna stain by the way" Kurt said looking apologetic. "Have you got a spare shirt?" he asked.
"Uh, no, I didny expect to have a bloody slush puppy chucked in ma face" Ali replied, annoyed at the situation, nothing like this had ever happened in her old school, she felt humiliated.
"Whoa, okay. I'll let you borrow one of mine, it might be a bit big though, but by the looks of things you don't mind oversized clothing" he haughtily replied, looking Ali up and down.
Kurt left, leaving an irritated Ali to try to get the sticky slushy dye out of her pale hair, it wasn't working.
Kurt returned with a black t-shirt, it was probably a designer but Ali hadn't a clue, and he handed it to her.
"Thanks" she said, taking it and walking to one of the stalls.
She changed and came out with the wet red shirt in her hand. Kurt was still there, waiting.
"Why did they do that to me?" Ali asked, with a sad look on her face. Kurt looked sympathetic and replied with a shrug,
"The jocks always do it to us Glee kids, we're all used to it now. Somebody should have warned you."
"But why?" she asked again, not getting a sufficient answer.
He shrugged again,
"I suppose it's because we're not cool, it's a way to further humiliate us" Ali scowled at this.
"Are you actual bein' serious? Are the kids here that messed up?"
"It's horrible, I agree, but you'll just have to get used to it, there's nothing we can do"
"What about the head teacher? Why dunt he sort it out?" Ali said, raising her voice a little how long as this been going on for? She thought, getting angry now.
"There's no proof, you don't even know who did it, and if you did, everyone who say would be on their side" he said.
The bell rung overhead, signalling the start of another period. Ali sighed.
"Thank you for helping me, I'm sorry for snapping at you" she said, making sure she didn't use any slang that would confuse him.
"That's quite all right, now I'd better be going" he said, leaving. "Give me back the shirt tomorrow" he called as he pushed the door open, not turning round.
Ali shook her head and left, towards her previous destination.