I could hear it the moment I walked into class.

  Whispers.

  Laughters that stopped when I looked over.

  "Loser," someone muttered under their breath.

  I didn't look back. I didn't react. I just kept walking to my seat, like I didn't hear it, even though I did. I always did.

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  That word wasn't random.

  As I sat down, I noticed where the laughter came from. The same corner. The same group. A quiet glance. A covered smile.

  That's when it hit me.

  The rumors didn't start on their own.

  They never do.

  I didn't need to hear names. I didn't need proof. I already knew who let it spread. Who watched it happen and said nothing.

  Kira.

  And her friends.

  It hurt more than I expected when I realized it

  After school I just went straight home.

  My mom was in the kitchen.

  "How was school?" she asked.

  "Fine."

  I just went straight to my room and closed the door.

  Days passed

  Weeks than months.

  Middle school ended.

  I never realized it but I know that my past can never be fixed.