Everyone can believe in the idea of being innocent until proven guilty but when someone holds the evidence to prove your guilt, how long can you continue to run from your inevitable fate?
After moving to America in an attempt to escape her troubled...
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Chapter 24:
Whisper
"I still can't believe she tried to kiss him!" Sophie rolls her eyes, continuing to apply her dark red lipstick.
The two of us stand in front of the mirrors in the ladies bathroom. It's the start of lunch and I am yet to see the rest of the group since the party on Friday.
"Don't even get me started. She's lucky I haven't seen her today, I am still raging." I say, brushing my hair and readjusting the bow I had used to have my hair half up-half down..
"Oh honey I would be too! If anyone even tried to look at Blake in that kind of way." She replies before laughing.
"How's your morning been anyway?" She continues.
"Odd. People are just acting weird. It has the same feel as the first day back when everyone but us knew that Amelia was back, but this time I know the reason as to why people are being off."
"I know, you've just gotta let it blow over." Sophie says, slinging her bag over her shoulder.
I've heard that phrase way too much recently.
"Are you and Zac still on for our double date tonight?" She excitedly asks.
"Of course. What is it we're seeing again?" I ask, pushing the door from the bathroom to reveal the crowded hallway.
"Some psychological thriller or something? I don't know, Blake picked it and I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not."
As soon as we begin walking past the rows of lockers, all attention is drawn to us. More specifically- me.
Some people act normally, giving me a smile, or a small wave. They are all the kind of people who have been nothing but nice to me since my first day at Oakmore. Most are people in my classes who I've spoken to a couple of times, others are people who watch our group in awe, somewhat wishing they were a part of it but somewhat glad that they get to avoid the drama. That's what I was like back in England. They're the kindest people this school has.
Next up are the people who couldn't care less. The more rebel style student. These people have no time for hierarchical school structures. They know all of the drama but have no interest in it at all. Sometimes I wish I was like that. At times I feel like I am deep down but unfortunately it always seems to be me at the forefront of all high school drama.
The last type of people are the ones who grind my gears the most. The gossipers. These are the people who use the school feed as their second home. Whenever the tiniest thing happens at this school, within minutes it's reported and spoken about on the feed. They twist rumours or even worse make up lies, deeming them the worst people at Oakmore.
Today, yet again, the gossipers are my nemesis.
As we walk through the halls, they stare, phones in hands, ready to type a new post.
