The whispers started a few days later. I couldn't make out what anyone was saying. It was that feeling, though. The one you get when you walk into a room, and everyone stops talking. You know you're the subject, but you can't prove it. The feeling made me itchy.

I asked Evan about it later, and his eyes went all weird, and he left me standing there alone.

So…they were definitely talking about me.

I tried ignoring it, but the whispers grew louder and the looks longer. ...