The living rumors

Vampire boy

"Nerd!"

"Goth wannabe!"

"Vampire boy!'

"Freak,"

"Loser."

"Gang leader."

Arren forced himself up and awake, panting as he took in his surroundings. Nothing was different, not even the start of his morning. He'd wake up in his tidy and dark bedroom, hearing the echoing voices and whispers of his schoolmates in him mind. Just ignoring them wasn't an option. they haunted every ounce of his being. He was a rumor to most- trouble, and the 'Bad guy' to all.

Every day at school, he wouldn't say a word to anyone who wasn't Penny. He wasn't in any clubs, wasn't even on any sports teams. in fact, aside from Penny, he was a loner. The sunlight still hadn't peaked through the navy-blue curtains, his bed was still messy and unmade, his lengthy black hair was untidy.

He examined the room for any other imperfections, besides himself, and found nothing but an uneven carpet. he shifted his weight to the end of his bed and stood up. His dark green eyes shimmering with the newness of the morning. Except there really wasn't any newness to it for him- the day was already going to be hell for him, he knew that much. He'd be bullied and harassed, and beaten up and left to die just like always.

that, he knew would happen.

That, he was certain of.

But he didn't really know how wrong he was.

As he bent down to straighten his carpet, to fix the imperfection, he had a sort of calm smile on his face. he began to make his bed, the open the curtain to let the sunshine into the room.

"Vampire boy,"

He froze, the pounding in his heart as he attempted to shake the bad memories off of him was unmatched. the anxiety that radiated off of his breath, immeasurable. In middle school, he'd been bullied, but once he got tired of it, he bit one of the bullies' arms, and naturally this alone freaked people out, but the fact he was suck a pale and sickly kid, along with his unusually sharp fang-like upper canines, the began to call him "Vampire boy".

he began to cough, and only then had he realized just how hard he'd been breathing. He had to calm himself, he began to tremble with anxiety.

Breathe... Breathe... Breathe...

"Nerd!" They called him.

"Goth wannabe!" They mocked him.

"Vampire boy!" They shunned him.

"Freak," they loathed him.

"Loser." They taunted him.

"Gang leader." They called him.

He exhaled and stood up straight, and began to walk out of his room, to start the day.

Arren, the rumored vampire boy was off to school once again.
The living rumor.