Kurt's view
I used to think that school was bad. Now, though, it was horrible, like hell on Earth. Every day the same four kids had to find some way to hurt me or make me cry. But I couldn't show weakness, I couldn't cry. I had to make it so it looked like it didn't bother me. It easy to do that when you've been doing it to your own mother ever since your father dies.
Instead, I go home and cry.
Sometimes I'm able to get into my room before my mom gets me, sometimes I have to tell her everything. But she can never come up to school. She just cant.
"Kurt what happened today?"
"It's nothing mom. They just threw some drinks in my face. It's not a big deal. I have it under control."
"No, this is getting too far out of hand!"
"Mom! If you go down to the school it will just make things worse! The kids will think I'm weak, they'll make fun of me more. It won't help. It's under control!"
"Fine, but if it happens one more time I will do something."
That's the conversation we have almost every day now when I get home. She hasn't come up to the school yet, and there is only two weeks left of school, so I'm glad. Well, as glad as I can get with all this happening. And everything they do can always be fixed with a good cry in my room. I can handle it.
I think Mrs. Corcoran is actually starting to like me. At the beginning of the year she was cold towards me like everyone else. But once she saw my work in the class she actually started warming up to me. It seemed like I was the only kid in her class that actually cares about their education.
I just got out of her room and started leaving to go home, hoisting my bag higher on my shoulder. I always took the back way home so nothing could happen.
But this time I knew something was going to happen.
I saw Finn, Dave, Puck, and Sam coming to the same spot I was at. Before I could go anywhere to leave, they all advanced upon me. They surrounded me, leaving my back to the stone steps. I could run, but the better part of me was taken over by fear. I couldn't move.
"Well, look whose here," Dave said. I tried to keep a blank face on, but it was getting harder and harder every second. The fear was creeping in, and I didn't want them to see it. I clenched my messenger bag tightly, draining all my fear into that.
"Why don't you ever show us any emotions?" I don't want them to know I'm scared. "We know this has got to scare you." This does scare me. You all scare me. I still didn't want to say anything. They never talked to me. I won't talk to them.
"Seriously dude," I looked over to see Finn now talking to me. "Why don't you ever give us any reaction?" I couldn't say anything. From fear I don't know. I tried to stay indifferent, to not show emotion, but I stared to frown. I glanced over to Dave and he caught my change in facial expression.
"You have the nerve to glare? At me?" I took a step back, about to cry. They never confronted me like this. "Is there something wrong with you in the head?" Nothing is wrong with me in the head. But you guys are what's wrong with me in general. Then I felt Dave shoving me hard into Sam. Then Sam shoved me. They all took turns shoving me into each other. It was always back to hands to back to hands.
Then after an eternity of shoving me into each other, Dave shoved me, harder than the other times. I waited for me to hit someone else, but it never happened. My eyes widened, knowing that originally I had my back to the stairs, and that's who I'm going to be meeting now. I looking in fear at the boys, hoping one of them would grab me before I fell. But no one did. Instead my head hit the stairs and then nothing.
"What the devil is going on here!" Who was that? I couldn't tell. But every time the voice talked it got louder and louder. I opened my eyes and saw grass and sidewalk. Then I remembered what happened. How was I still alive? How come I couldn't feel any pain? Shouldn't I feel something? But I didn't.
Instead, I got up, shaking my head trying to clear all my thoughts. When I did get up, I did notice my neck hurt, so I cracked it. I turned around and saw Puck staring at me. Instead of really caring, I grabbed my bag again and walked back up the stairs. I don't know why im going back up, since I have to go down the stairs anyways to go home.
Once I got to the top of the stairs, everyone was looking at me. Odd. I looked from them to see Miss Sylvester coming towards us. She stopped in front of the group.
"Well? Are you going to make me repeat myself! What the devil is going on here?" I glanced from her to look at the others, but they weren't saying anything. So I spoke up.
"Nothing ma'am", I said. She looked at me and glared. She probably didn't believe me, since she has caught them torturing me at one point or another. She actually stuck up for me once. That was a miracle. But why did I lie for them? Well, it would be better for my health if I lied. Tattle tales always got beaten, and they already threw me down a flight of stairs, accident or no accident. So staying quiet will go better with them. Then, without another word, she left. When she left I turned around going down the steps again to leave. I hopped this wouldn't happen again.