Rumors

The day of the field trip was as always, dreary and raining. I walked up to the school alone Leslie left earlier this morning with his girlfriend, Danielle, and Kylie was out of town for the week. The front of the building had nothing unusual to it except the absence of the other students. The statue of our mascot, a Stallion, stood boldly above the sidewalk and stairs. On both sides of the marble statue was a space, roughly about ten feet, which stopped at the sight of stone gardens that rose up to my hip. The windows, as were the doors, were dark and lifeless. The building, large as it was, looked cold like an asylum.
I shifted my book bag before I walked into the building for what seemed like the millionth time. As I walked through the halls, everyone stopped to look at me as if someone somewhere started a rumor about something. I returned my head to my shoulders and put both my hands on my arm slightly higher than my elbow. I passed by a big group of girls' soccer players and they all shot me a look of disgust. Another group of Jocks, boys, all looked at me trying their hardest not to laugh. That made me even more uncomfortable.
As I passed by another group of girls, you know the girls that are so skinny that you can see EVERY fucking bone in their body, one looked at me then whispered rather loudly, "there she is," then turned to her friends and laughed like no one was looking. It reminded me of a pig, giggle SNORT SNORT SNORT.
"Look it's the druggy." Some guy shouted.
"HEY! I THINK WE NEED TO SEND THIS ADDICT TO REHAB!" one of the soccer girls pointed. That statement really got to me.
"What did you just say?" normally I wasn't the one to snap but they, people who barely know me let alone my name, were making accusations of me that weren't true. They make it even worse than the people at my old school did. When the kids at my school found out about it, they just brushed it off like dirt on their shoulders.
"Look at her face!" another person, shouted. Then I charged forward at the crowd but someone grabbed me around the waist and dragged me off. When we were far away from everyone else I began to cry. I normally dont cry. I find it a weakness when people see me cry.
I was pulled into a room and heard a stern voice say, "Hey Leslie, shut the door."
"Sure." My brother called as the person who the voice belonged to put me on his lap and curled his arms around me.
"It's okay now." he rocked me like a mother to a child. After a couple minutes, I looked up to see Ashford.
"I don't get it." I sniffed whipping my eyes as his grip loosened. "Yes, everyone at my old school knew about it with in a week of it happening and I got help for it, but here it's like 'OH my god she did drugs lets all point and laugh.'" I waved my hands around in the air trying not to hit him. Ashford smiled and wrapped his hands around my waist and put his head on my shoulder.
"Feeling better?"
"Slightly. Why do they make such a big deal about it?"
"Because." His lips only moved when he said it and I felt his voice rumbled since his neck was right by my shoulder blade. I looked away as everyone exited and Wednesday was the last. She turned around and mouthed the words "good luck".
"Do you have a date for the prom?" his voice tickled my shoulder. I couldn't help but to smile. This is what she wished me luck for. They all knew.
"No."
"Wanna go?" my smiled widened.
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