We belong together [Rewriting]

Chapter 19

Evernly Miller

After Senior year I thought that college would be different for me. I thought it would be the time I spread my wings and shine.

Especially after Harry, after I made friends.

How wrong was I?

People still whisper and bully others. I  see it everyday. I hear then on my way to class.

Before Harry, I didn't have high high expectation for my college life or even social life.

Before Harry, I was fine being alone. It was all good.

I had a plan and everything. A plan to study, graduate and be something than what I was. That was the big plan.

Now after him, I don't even know what I'm doing.

I thought I'd attend college with my friends and I'd be happy but this place is suffocating me more. I don't have a any friends.

How pathetic of me to be depressed over that.

It was like I was back in junior year when I didn't have Harry, when I didn't know the taste of having friends and I walk with my head down. I was invisible.

The difference between now and then is that now is that I'm not invisible. People whisper about me in the hallways.

They give me looks. They drive me crazy, they isolate me.

I didn't think I would hate college as much as I would but I do.

Everyone knows who I am yet they don't talk to me. They rather whisper about me than talk to me.

And it hurts.

I brought my books close to my chest and looked down as I walked to class. I could feel eyes on me, burning in the back of my head. I could hear all the whispers.

After all, they weren't very discreet. They did it so I could hear them.

After so much progress during senior year. All that was all for nothing.

Isn't she rich or something? Someone asked. I didn't even lift my head.

It's the same question every time.

Guess not if she's attending here. Someone else answered.

I wanted to turn around and yell at them that I could hear them.

But what was the use. I just have to get through the next hour and a half then I'm free.

But look at what she's wearing. Of course she's loaded. Some else said.

And her car. Someone added.

But that doesn't erase the fact that she thinks she's better than us. Someone added bitter.

That stoke a nerve in me. A lump grew in my throat.

After all these time I was still not used to the whispers and cruel words.