Monday was hell. Everyone was on edge, nothing mattered classes were basically pointless as I don't think anything happened. I walked down the hallway when my friend (well let's call her M) M came running up to me.
"Don't you just Hate rumors" she popped out her voice aggravated." She said. I nodded and smiled.
"Yeah, that's why I don't spread them" I stated. Another factor was that no one would tell me things, or talk to me much. I'm not popular. If you couldn't tell.
"Nixie was suspended for a day anyway so this whole thing was a stupid freaking rumor!" M exclaimed as she stomped her foot. Immediately the hall way became silent and absorbed her words then began talking. I sucked in breath through my teeth and sighed. Most mondays were hell, but this was the worst Monday of all.
(That's the end of the story. Enjoy)
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Rumors
Non-FictionRumors suck. They can destroy your life in a matter of moments. I experienced my share of awful rumors. But this is insane. Rumors of a school shooting? This isn't funny anymore. It's terrifying. Why is everybody treating it as a joke. I dont get it...
