Stan Marsh was a friend of yours. He was goth, and he was depressed, at least from what you saw. He was always wearing black with spiked dog collars and black nail polish and checkered Vans, and always had earbuds in his ears. He also had a really cool cross earring that he wore.

You shared a Math class with him, and normally worked with him (you basically help him 'cuz you're a math genius and he isn't), and today was like no other. You two were in the library alone, working on a math sheet chock full of algebra questions, your favourite math concept.