The Right Kind of Wrong
I have always hated the idea of prejudgment.
Not just because I, myself, am being judged everyday with words such as: nerd, teacher's pet, goody two-shoes, little-miss-perfect and sometimes, brain whore (I'm, like, what does that even mean?). But also because one does not have the right to criticize a person without knowing him completely.
That's why I don't do that.
But when literal boy-next-door, Axel Roosevelt, moves in with his might-be-faux-leather leather jacket and I-know-I'm-cunning easy smile, I gather much quickly that he is the one who changes my views on that matter. A bad boy aura outside and a little boy inside.
So as much as I want to stay away, why am I being asked by the principal to find out who does B & E in school at night, with none other than, new guy Axel Roosevelt?
This is undeniably the most wrong in the list of rights there is.