The image of a ‘perfect’ student is hard to maintain. Straight A’s, perfect looks, a bright smile. You were extremely popular and attracted many friends.

Fletcher is feared. Known to participate in a fight club and a short temper. But, he noticed. He noticed the despondent looks you held when nobody was looking. The way you held back tears when you got lost in thought.

One day, he decided to approach you.

“Why don’t you tell anyone?”

He asked bluntly, but with a hint of concern.