“This is the last straw,” shouted a tall, bald man from across the room, his finger pointing angrily at his only son. “We can’t go on like this anymore. You need an attitude change.”
“Hmph,” smirked his son cheekily. “And how are you going to do that?”
“When the new school year starts in a week, we are sending you to boarding school,” shouted the man.
The boy turned his head angrily, immediately spotting the man’s new wife out of the corner of his eye and feeling an even stronger anger as he found this out. She must have had something to do with this. Of course she had something to do with this, the boy thought.
“Boarding school?!” he shouted angrily. “You can’t send me there!”
“Yes we can and we most certainly will be,” the man said, finally feeling a sense of control over his own son. “You will be attending one of the state’s most respected private schools, Dalton Academy for Boys. They’ll shape you up there, boy.”
“I can’t go there, it’s like social suicide,” the boy shouted. “All of my friends will never speak to me again. They’ll think I’m one of those stuck up, private school kids.”
The man rolled his eyes, unable to take any more of the attitude from his son. If things were to work out in his favour, hopefully his son’s criminal friends would turn against him.
“Well you’re going to suck it up and do as I say and attend this school or you’ll be out on the streets until you can show me that you can change your behaviour,” the man shouted, his voice booming louder as he continued to shout.
“Fine, whatever,” the boy shouted before storming off to his room.
“Don’t you dare think about sneaking out of the house tonight or your phone and laptop will be taken away and you’ll be grounded for the rest of vacation!”
The boy slammed his door angrily behind him. He picked up his phone and immediately called his best friend.
“Kurt, ma man,” he said happily as he answered.
“Karofsky,” Kurt said seriously. “Meet me behind the service station in five.”
“Wow, you’re really down for business today, aren’t you?”
“Just be there,” Kurt said before hanging up.
Kurt almost sprinted out of his room, ready to leave the house.
“Kurt, whatever you’re about to do, don’t do it,” he heard his step brother Finn calling from behind him. Kurt stopped where he was as his anger started to boil up inside of him again. “You’re already in the shits with mum and dad; it’s really not worth it.”
Kurt immediately turned around as Finn referred to his mum (Kurt’s step mum) as his own. Kurt pushed Finn angrily into the wall and pinned him to it.
“She’s not my mum,” he shouted defensively.
Finn pushed Kurt off of him.
“This isn’t like you, what happened to the real you?” Finn said quietly.
Kurt’s expression softened a little bit as he felt a slight sadness wash over him when he witnessed the worry in Finn’s eyes. This expression of sympathy quickly changed to a hardened, more complicated one within seconds. Kurt crept out of the house without another word.
Karofsky was exactly where Kurt had told him to be. He and Kurt casually walked around behind the service station.
“You’ve got it?” Kurt asked desperately.
