The whispers start during lunch.Ben and I do our best to ignore it while heading for the cafeteria but once we step inside,the place falls quiet.Eyes are on us and my steps almost falter.They are full on staring.

　　My hand slips into Ben's,we stop at the end of the queue and everyone scampers away like we have a plague.Ben tries to brush off the attitude but I note the worry in his gaze as he nudges me to the front.

　　We get our meals and make for our table.His ...