The voices die down as she walks in the room. Everyone averts their stares and continues their conversations. As if she is't there. At all. She says hi, but is ignored, by her best friend. She sits nervously, aware of what people think. Aware of the hatred drifting around. Just like the rumors that snake through the school. "...her...yea...she...her..." Murmurs, whispers, rumors, what next? Lies surround her and upset her constantly. But does anyone care? Does anyone listen? Does anyone at all see through to the real her. The real girl crying on the inside?