You know when you look back on your life and you just feel like there are just these certain days
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You know when you look back on your life and you just feel like there are just these certain days which define your life and exactly how you are now at this very second? Those days where little details stick out and they constantly ponder across your mind even years afterwards? This was one of those days. This was back when I attended high school, in a year which I now think of as a bit of a “rebel” year. It might have been one because quite possibly this day was the “baddest” day of my life. The weather was wet and cold and each step I took in the dark sodden grass reminded me of what I was doing. But it wasn’t what I was doing that was “wrong”, it was what many people were saying. The memory is clear of the exact happenings on that day,…show more content… That day was when the first rumour started and from that rumour followed the unending stories and questions which continued on for years. Each rumour started small and each got bigger to a snowball size, and before I knew it. Everything had snowballed and I had ended up with a snowstorm filled with nothing of the truth. I still remember saying “We won’t tell anyone about this, will we?” and hearing the reply, “No, of course not”. If only those four simple words were truly meant.
The days and weeks that followed were unbelievable. It was just one of those times in life where you never think its going to end. Each day drags on and you wake up with the same feeling of bleakness every single morning. Although it was I hard, I still went to school and endured what I would now consider the hell of my high school life. When I walked down the hallways at school, I felt the endless stares and the feeling of nothing but lies surrounding me. I remember hearing my name at random times, where small groups of people thought I was out of ears distance. Not to say I enjoyed it, some of the things that people said I’d rather not hear anyone say about me EVER. I was looked upon like I was a disease that no one wanted anything to do with. I felt lonely, regretful, disgusted and cast out. Cast out of every part of high school, friends, family and even my teachers looked at me differently.