The landing had been softer than I expected. Maybe I was lucky on that count but the smell . . . the smell coming from the garbage beneath me was worse than the time I had forgotten to take my gym clothes home for mom to wash them one weekend. Even the Lysol hadn't done much for the smell the first week. But then given the stuff that I have seen thrown into the garabage cans in the cafeteria I guess I really shouldn't have been surprised.
With a groan, I started to get up quickly, wanting out of the putrid place that I had been tossed in by my unknown assailants. Well, not completely unknown as I could deduce who it was. I knew it wasn't anyone from McKinley. Karofsky and his pals wouldn't bother hiding behind the ski masks. As for people outside of McKinley, that left the Warblers. The question was, which four of the Warblers were hiding behind the masks? Chances were, Blaine was one of them giving the 'taste of you own medicine' comment.
Climbing out of the dumpster was proving harder than I thought it would as the bags didn't exactly make firm footing. I felt my left foot tear through a bag and then felt something cold and wet seeping into my sock and shoe. I didn't even want to think about what that was.
Grabbing the edge of the dumpster, I hauled myself up and over the side, dropping down to the pavement. I never wanted to end up in there again.
How many times did we toss Kurt in there? I wondered why he would even talk to me at this point.
As I headed toward my mom's car which I had driven to school today, I realized that the smell of the dumpster was following me. I knew the sneakers were going to have to be washed. I just hoped the smell came out of them as my mom had just bought them at the start of the school year and I had to keep wearing them no matter what.
One thing was for sure, I owed Kurt an apology. I always figured tossing someone into a dumpster wasn't a real big deal. That wasn't the case. The lingering smell was enough to tell me that.