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It's like everybody's in on some huge inside joke that themes around me.
Whenever I'm around anyone, when I stop actively listening to someone, I swear to God they start whispering about me.
When I start listening in, it stops.
The same happens with giggles.
Look away, giggling.
I went to the shop with three guys. J, C And H.
Me and J are best bros.
Me and C are decent friends. Me and J are definitely the duo within the trio.
C's more of a 'protective friend'. Being friends with him makes me look good because he's friendly with a lot of the popular people.
H is a 5 foot tall ltn (at 17 btw), with a grating voice. He's friends with J and C, but we don't know each other that well. He doesn't hang out with us that often.
In the shops, C and H start laughing about something. I can't hear it so I begin to worry.
I want to smash this H nigga over the head. His names cagefuel btw. Same as a DC comics character. '_____ quinn'.
But it's everybody. They're all whispering. My parents. Passers by.
Everyone except my dogs and my baby brother.
I haven't had a bad haircut or anything. I wear good clothes. They have no reason to whisper. I look the best I have in years.
This is the start of something quite bad. I can tell.
Whenever I'm around anyone, when I stop actively listening to someone, I swear to God they start whispering about me.
When I start listening in, it stops.
The same happens with giggles.
Look away, giggling.
I went to the shop with three guys. J, C And H.
Me and J are best bros.
Me and C are decent friends. Me and J are definitely the duo within the trio.
C's more of a 'protective friend'. Being friends with him makes me look good because he's friendly with a lot of the popular people.
H is a 5 foot tall ltn (at 17 btw), with a grating voice. He's friends with J and C, but we don't know each other that well. He doesn't hang out with us that often.
In the shops, C and H start laughing about something. I can't hear it so I begin to worry.
I want to smash this H nigga over the head. His names cagefuel btw. Same as a DC comics character. '_____ quinn'.
But it's everybody. They're all whispering. My parents. Passers by.
Everyone except my dogs and my baby brother.
I haven't had a bad haircut or anything. I wear good clothes. They have no reason to whisper. I look the best I have in years.
This is the start of something quite bad. I can tell.
