walking to my class, i ignored all the whispers of other students about me. simply not caring about it anymore. by now they're not just whispering to each other anymore, more like just talking casually, maybe even lauder, not really caring if i heard it or not. they could trash talk me all they want, i don't really care.
it was bothersome at first, but overtime i would overlook it, it just becomes a normal day for me. all the whispers, all the gossips, all the trash talk, all the rumours, i became immune to it all.
i remembered the first time when the rumour spread around, about my father being a so called ' mad surgeon '. i don't really care if that is true, he is still my father, he cares for me and i care for him.
what makes it bothersome, is that i started to get questioned by my classmates and students from other classes.
' oh my god, what's it like being the son of a mad surgeon ? '.
