gone

"Look at her reading that book."

"Who does she think she is?"

"She's a nerd, let's leave it at that."

"Guys I think she can hear us.."

"Who cares Marco. She's a no one."

"Does anyone even know her name?"

"Why would we care to?"

"Yeah her books are her friends."

Marco was right I could hear the never ending whispers. I always heard. I never cared. Maybe it was best if they didn't know me.. At least that's what I told myself. Nay Bay would never be home and in 5 months, I'd be gone. Again.