-Kurt p.o.v-
I was so nervous, I was not going to fit in here, I mean this is Dalton Academy. I am just me, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, 16 year old orphan boy who nobody cares about. This school is the home to some of the richest kids in America, I come from a little tiny town in the middle of nowhere, well not anymore. My family are all dead; I am an orphan. The only reason I am here is because I won a scholarship, a full one to this school. The people who run my care home jumped at the chance, it meant they had one less kid to deal with. To me, it was the dream of a lifetime but right now I actually thought I was going to wet myself with nerves.
It was 7:30 when the large black car had rolled up in front of the shabby building I call home. I had been being yelled at all morning, I was exhausted and I had had to pack the very few belongings I had. Thank-fully the school understood my situation and had even agreed to supply me with all my uniform. I had a small amount of money, my grandparents left me a fair sum of money but I am only allowed a tiny portion of it at the moment because I am not old enough to legally manage the money on my own, I understand, but it would be nice to be able to buy things. I love fashion, it is one of my biggest passions yet I can’t afford any of so while everyone else around me buys all these clothes, I do my best to adapt the clothes I have to fit the latest trends. Apparently in this school there were computers everywhere and everything involved some form of technology. I didn’t even have a phone, I didn’t know how to work one. Me and my dad had struggled to make ends meet, my Grandparents hadn’t realised that by leaving the money to me that we wouldn’t be able to use any of it.
I had been almost thrown out the door with my single suitcase which was absolutely tiny and contained a few tattered excuses for clothes, my beloved reading books which I had managed to salvage from my house, my toiletries which in the care home, I had had to keep a very close watch over, along with the few pictures I have left of my family before they ‘left’ me.
I felt dwarfed by the large car which loomed over my head. A man stepped out, dressed in a suit with dark sunglasses on and a cap which I had only seen people wear on the tiny cracked television in the home. He looked at my single suitcase as if to say, ‘that is it?’. He shrugged and lifted my suitcase into the boot before ushering me into the back of the huge car. The seat were leather and I had the sudden urge to touch everything in the car, I had never experienced something like this before. Come to think of it, this was one of the very few times I have ever been in a car, my dad didn’t have one and so the only time I had been in one is when they were in my dad’s garage for him to fix plus when I was taken to the care home and on one trip to the hospital when I broke my foot.
I continued to admire my surroundings, the inside of the car was decorated very stylishly, the seat were a beautiful black leather. I may not have been living in the lap of luxury but I certainly appreciated the beautiful design of luxuries around me. I continued to glaze my eyes over the many different aspects of the spacious yet sleek inside of the car until my eyes came across a flap, dark wooden and built into the side of the car. I opened it, curious as to what is revealed, subsequently to reveal a cool box built into the car, it was filled with drinks I had only ever imagined tasting. I daren’t touch anything, I couldn’t pay for any of this and I didn’t want to overstay my welcome before I even arrived. Suddenly a screen, which, separated the driver from me, came down causing me to jump. The man who was wearing the suit was driving, his glasses and hat off. He looked friendly, he smiled at me and chuckled at my expression which must have showed pure amazement at the contraption. He said amicably,
“Make yourself at home, those drinks in that box, help yourself, there is a cupboard under that with snacks in it, don’t hesitate you role with us now,” I laughed lightly at that, he was really kind but I was still a little intimidated by him, I would hate to come face to face with him in a fight, not that I fought, I hated fighting I didn’t see the need for violence, it was pointless. Something which, had caused me a lot of trouble in the past.
I sat back down in my seat, settling into the comfortable, smooth leather, as the screen moved back up. It still felt wrong to take anything from the car so once I was settled down I took my book out of the battered but well loved rucksack which I had had since I was 11. I flipped the book to the right page and continued to read it, able to recite most of it as I had read it too many times to count. However I had never been able to get any new books so I had to make do with the ones I had, and I was really grateful for the worn pages. If one thing my situation had taught me, it taught me to be grateful for what you have because there is always someone out there worse off than yourself. My dad had always raised me to think this way and I often volunteered down the homeless shelter before he died, it was my way of giving back to my community.
My eyes fluttered open to a soft but firm voice, “Kurt, we have arrived, you need to wake up now,” I jerked up in shock and saw the passive face of the driver. He smiled again and said, “Come on we are here,” I slipped my book back into my bag and hurriedly jumped out of the car. I gazed around in awe at my surroundings utterly amazed, I had never been in such a beautiful place before. For a second my nerves had disappeared, however as soon as I saw some of the students all clean and neat as pins my stomach dropped again, they all had dark blue blazers with grey slacks and polished shoes. How was I, Kurt, the poor orphan boy, supposed to fit in among some of the richest people in the world? The driver guy, who’s name I had now learned was Cade chuckled at me and said,
“Don’t worry you will be fine,” I gulped not totally convinced but very grateful for his attempt to make me feel better and a little more confident in myself. He handed me my case and then gestured for me to follow him. I kept my eyes on the ground as we walked, I could feel peoples’ eyes on me and that made my palms start to sweat. I followed Cade through a door and I was in awe at the carpet, and that was just the beginning. My jaw must have been hitting the floor as I tried to take in every aspect of my new surrounding, the plush carpet and the eloquently decorated walls, along with the beautiful upholstery, while trying desperately to keep up with Cade’s confident stride.
I was so engulfed in admiring my surroundings that I almost walked into Cade, as he stopped outside a great oak door, he knocked and I became even more nervous. I heard a strong, confident voice say,
“Come in,” Cade gestured for me to follow him and he walked through the door,
“Mr Day sir, this is Kurt Hummel the new student,” I gazed up at the fairly young man who was sat behind a large polished mahogany desk. He was dressed in and suit and his face was clean shaven while a pair of glasses were perched on the bridge of his nose. He smiled warmly at me and I felt slightly relieved. He said,
“Thank-you Cade, you may return to your car,” Cade nodded and turned closing the door as he left. I was alone now, in this world which was far out of my league. I heard Mr Day speak again,
“Kurt could you come over here please, you can leave your things there,” I nodded and hurried over not wanting to make him angry or annoyed at me on my first day. He gestured for me to sit down, I was all too glad as I sat, as formally as I could, allowing my quivering legs to rest. He began,
“Okay, now I understand that you will be nervous; this is a very big step in your life. As a scholarship student, you will know that we expect very high grades from you, but as I see it you will have no problems with that. I know that this will be more intimidating for you than most other students and am I not correct that you are worried about fitting in?” I nodded relieved but also nervous that he knew that, he smiled before continuing,
“I want you to know that you don’t have to feel like that, you will fit in perfectly, if you have any problems you come straight to me and I will sort them out. Now I have your uniform here and your schedule,” he handed me a bag and an envelope, “You are in all honours classes but I doubt even those will be a challenge for you, if there are any problems with the uniform let matron know and she will be able to help you. You will be in a dorm with 3 other boys, I assure you they are all very sweet boys and I have no doubt that you will all be great friends, shall we proceed there, I will show you there, here is your key card,” he handed me a smooth, brightly coloured piece of plastic with the number 134 written on it in clear black letters.
In minutes we were walking down a hallway, students were passing to let us through. We came to a stop outside a door. He showed me how to unlock the door. A green light flashed and we entered the room...