Jordan was in a sour mood when he woke up. He didn't know why so he just blamed it on the fact it was Monday.
Or Perhaps the church service.
Anyway, he ended up getting angry when the girls at school saw him. He didn't know why they were asking for his autograph when he was the boy they all looked down on and bullied back when they were kids.
And the one that accepted him was the one he was mistreating.
He patted his chest, hoping to dull the ache that had started to spread.
Jordan was spending his time ignoring all the fake friends that were flocking around him. The boys that weren't glaring at him in envy were busy trying to make friends with him.
But what intrigued him the most was the fact that Pierre was being awfully quiet. He looked like he was brooding, thinking, calculating
