Sunflower

My short curly hair rested on top of my shoulders, enabling my dumb broken earplugs to hide from the eyes of the teacher. I always seemed like a quiet kid who doesn't understand a lot, but you see I never listen to music, only the gossip that is spread throughout the air, like the bubonic plague, 24/7. Everyone is addicted to it well except me.

Welcome to Forest High and the gossip that spreads the air.