And it spread like wildfire

This is what became of the rumors about me

I came home one day and my brother looked so disgusted with me.  When I asked him what was wrong, he replied by asking me if I had “hooked up”  with some boy at a party. I hadn’t even kissed a boy before. When he asked me at the time, I honestly didn’t even know what it meant. All I knew was that I didn’t do it. My life was always so hectic. All the time. Back and forth. I wanted to stop it. I wanted to be like everyone else and be “normal “ for once. I wanted people to stop talking about me and spreading rumors. They didn’t even know me. They didn’t care how it affected me and they sure didn’t know what they had done. I wanted them to leave me alone. To let me be happy. I felt helpless again. Like I had when my mother left. All hope was lost in me. I wanted to get out, get out of everything that I had ever been sucked into , and just start over. Being perfect suddenly wasn’t so important to me anymore. I wanted to be 12 , and I wanted to enjoy it. I didn’t want freshman sophomores and juniors to hear things about me and judge me. They don’t know my story. They don’t have a clue where I’ve been. Middle school was supposed to be my fresh start. My escape from everything that had happened. My cover up. It was supposed to be great. And it had been! But I wanted it to stay that way. I guess no one else felt the same.