Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
like your less than, less than perfect?
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
like your nothing, you are perfect to me.
- Pink, Fucking Perfect
It was no news that rumors spread like wildfire once released to a high school campus. However, the topic of the rumors now consuming my school was something else entirely.
The oh-so-popular and perfect wonder boy, Alfred Jones, was in the hospital. That didn't seem strange to me at all as I stared dully at the clock, hearing students behind me buzzing about in worry or excitement. Alfred was a major part of our football team, so naturally I brushed my classmate's words off with ease. It wasn't like I cared in particular for Alfred's health. The daft fool was a meathead jock stereotype who received way more attention than he deserved. His presence annoyed me to great lengths and I went out of my way to avoid listening to or about him.