Kurt's mom
I don't understand this. No matter how hard I try to get a job anywhere, they all deny me. I don't see why. The people here were ridiculous. None of the adults talk to me. Even when they do it's short and cold. And I just know whenever they don't think I'm paying attention they glare in my direction and make those snide comments like 'She's a strange one' and what not. Looks like I wasn't correct when I said this would be a nice place. For me and my son.
Every day so far I've asked Kurt if he's made friends. And every day he solemnly shakes his head. It breaks my heart to know children are so cruel that they would ignore the new kid.
Then one day he came home smelling like garbage.
I was making some dinner for us whenever he came through the back door smelling disgusting. I turned to look at him and his face showed he didn't have a good day.
"Kurt, what happened?" He looked up at me then back down, refusing to meet my eye.
"Nothing mom."
"Obviously it's not nothing if you're coming in here smelling like you were living in the dump and looking like you're about to cry." He flinched and I didn't miss that.
"Some boys thought it would be funny to throw me in the dumpsters." My eyes widened. "Don't worry it was a silly joke."
"A joke? A joke? You come in here looking like you're going to cry any second. If it was a joke you would be laughing. I don't see a smile on your face." He continued to look down, ashamed. Why would anyone throw a kid in the dumpster? It was barbaric.
"Don't worry mom. It's under control." At this he got up and went upstairs to his room. I knew it was the wrong thing to do, but I'll let him handle it. He's a smart kid; he should know what to do. Right now I need to calm myself down. I stopped cooking and left to go meditate.