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“I didn’t want to hurt his feelings,” said Matt. “I hate that he has that scar, but I know what he did to get it, and it makes me proud of him. Mr. Krauss is a…”
“Tool,” said Razor.
“Yes, sir. He makes the guys all feel bad. Not us, really. I mean, he sees that we’re all physically fit, play sports, that sort of thing, but he’s an ass to the girls. Anyone a little thin or a little overweight, acne, that sort of thing, and he’s tearing them apart.”
“Why didn’t you boys say anything?” asked Gaspar.
“Well, sir,” said Abe. “You have more important things to worry about, and he wasn’t really bothering us. I was just trying to figure out why he would say those things. I mean, he’s made fun of some of the girls here, and they’re all beautiful. Aunt Lissa and Aunt Lauren came to the school once, and he made fun of how long their legs were. Who does that?”
“Someone who doesn’t want to live long,” growled Alec.
“Listen, boys, you know Corey. You know that he has Down’s Syndrome. Yet he’s finished college, has a girlfriend, teaches kids like him, he’s brilliant. Whatever your teacher has said to you is bullshit,” said Nine.
“You’re going to talk to him, aren’t you?” asked Abe.
“I’m afraid so,” said Nine. “We pay a lot of money to have the best teachers at our school and create a safe environment for you and the other kids. This is not what we see as a good environment. We accept everyone, without question.”
“Not everyone has the same advantages as all of you,” said Ghost. “We all make a good living. We live in beautiful homes. We get to train hard together. We’re very fortunate, and we wanted to provide that for others. But that man is not what we had in mind.”
“I understand,” said Abe. “I just need to tell you that if he stays on, he’ll make our lives miserable.”
“Yea. No, he won’t,” said Razor.
The entire discussion weighed heavily on Abe’s heart. He didn’t like Mr. Krauss, but he didn’t want to be the kid that was responsible for him losing his job. He knew what he was saying was wrong, but it was the way he said things.
“Shouldn’t everyone have perfect skin, perfect hair, and perfect teeth?”
“Deformities and handicaps are the world’s way of saying you need to exit.”
He hated that one more than any of them. He was saying those people needed to be removed from this earth. Abe knew that was not okay.
The next day, as the boys were seated in class, a group of their fathers, uncles, and others knocked on the classroom door. At first, Mr. Krauss thought it would be wise to puff out his chest and pretend he was tough. Then he realized that these were the men paying his salary.
“We can speak in the hallway,” he said.
“No, we’re speaking right here,” said Razor. “These kids need to know that the bullshit being spewed out of your mouth is just that. Bullshit.”
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about. I teach biology from a textbook approved by this school.”
“You teach them that imperfections are something to be ashamed of.” Krauss stared at the men, then looked at the classroom, trying to determine who had said something. “For instance, the fact that your legs are disproportionately shorter than your upper body. Or that you have a receding hairline that you’re desperately trying to conceal.”
Krauss immediately looked down at his legs, then shoved his hair forward onto his forehead.
“You made fun of my deaf nephew,” snarled Gaspar. “No one does that. No one. He’s a brilliant young man with a heart of gold, and he’s one of the most physically fit men we have in our family.”
“He’s deaf,” retorted Krauss. “That makes him inferior to me and everyone else.”
“You’re an idiot,” smirked Razor. “And based on the acne and veins on your arms and chest, I’d say you’re also on steroids. Which only proves my point. You’re far from perfect, but you’re damn sure attempting to be through the use of drugs.”
Krauss stared at the faces of the men in front of him, then at the classroom. He grabbed his keys and briefcase.
“I’ll be going. I know what I’m teaching. Perfection is the only thing to strive for. These kids will learn that the hard way. They’re all imperfect. Every last pathetic kid!” Krauss turned to leave, only to find himself against a wall of muscle unlike any he’d ever seen before. Rory and Jean stared at him, their arms folded, not moving one inch.
“Let me leave,” he sneered.
“Ask nicely,” said Rory. “Actually, that won’t matter. We’re going to the office to have a little conversation.”
“Who will teach the class?” asked Matt.
