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Rumors.

Hold up, did I say that right?

I meant life wreckers.

A single mistake that could put you in a lot of trouble.

Sometimes people could even save you the trouble and not wait for you to do that single mistake, but they will start stuff completely from their imagination. And what was even more upsetting, was that no matter how unrealistic that rumor could get, those who hear them will find them as believable and realistic as possible.

Whispers.

'Did you hear that black girl is said to be a stripper?'

'Oh my god you guys won't believe what I just heard. They are saying that new girl actually murdered her parents.'

'I was walking last night to my house, and I swear, I saw her in an alley taking drugs from a drug addict!'

Yeah, right.

So, now because you look different and act differently, the most horrendous rumors will be made about you, hell, they will basically create a whole new life story for you.

I was sitting on the floor in one of the school hallways. Did I get lost? No, I didn't....

....I guess.

The cafeteria was nearby though, the noise may be distant but it could still be heard. To be honest, I was glad that no one passed by, the hallway was completely deserted.

I wasn't exactly in the mood to face trouble like yesterday, I needed some peace.

I smiled to myself.

If you came and told me almost two years ago that one day I'm going to be in NYC, at a new high school, sitting alone in a hallway to try and avoid people, I wouldn't have just laughed in your face, I would have thought you were straight up ma-I was being pushed to the front, why was I being pushed to the front? I looked up and caught another pair of eyes looking back at me.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't notice you there," a soft, low voice filled the air. My eyes traveled to what actually pushed me.

A door.

I was leaning against a door and I didn't even notice that. Ugh.

I got away from the door, giving him the chance to open the door widely in order to pass. "Thank you."

I would be lying if I said I wasn't surprised by him thanking me, seems like this school might have some decent guys after all. I nodded in return, not even looking at him.

"Are you new here? I don't think I saw you here before and that's saying something."

I nodded again. "Oh well, let me take this opportunity to introduce myself before my image gets ruined to you by the-" he stopped mid-sentence. "wow! I can't actually find a word to describe them," he said, more to himself than to me, inching closer to where I was sitting.

"Anyway, I'm Dylan. Dylan Adams." I looked up at him again, this time taking more time to take in his appearance.

He didn't look like those wannabe boys that are mostly everywhere in this school, actually, he looked nothing like them. He had sandy brown hair and greenish-blue eyes behind a pair of glasses. Moles were spread all over his face. Loads of them. He had a white plain tank top on with a black jacket. And as I looked down I found his hand extended, waiting to be shook.