Chapter 11
Kyle Broflovski
Perfect.
He was perfect.
The perfect student. The perfect citizen. The perfect Jew. The perfect son. The perfect of the perfect, even.
Kyle Broflovski was perfect and he always has to be perfect. For now and forever.
Perfect. Perfect. Perfect.
He gets A after A after A, anything lower and he's in trouble.
Like today.
He got a B+, just one problem wrong. One point away from his perfect A. His mother was gonna have his head.
This is how Kyle found himself hiding in one of the school's janitor closets, having a near mental breakdown.
He was doomed.
The door opened a blonde head peeked in.
"Thought I'd find you here."
"Go...Go aw-*hic*-way, Kenny."
"You're crying so no." Kenny quietly closed the door behind him and knelt next to the redhead. "C'mon, what's the matter? I saw you run out of class right after the bell rang. Something happen?"
Kyle numbly held up his test paper and Kenny blinked, dumbfounded.
"Okay? You did great, the best in the class I'm sure. You missed one problem, so what's the big deal?"
"M-My mom's gonna have my head!" Realization dawned on the blonde redneck.
"I see." Kenny made himself comfortable and wrapped his arms around Kyle. "Shhh. It's okay. You're perfect no matter what any dumb paper or person says. "Perfect. Perfect. Perfect."
Perfect.
