ACIR HILLS
Ever since the video was leaked on the campus website’s forum, people had been looking at me differently.
I could feel their eyes before I even saw them. It happened in the hallway, in the cafeteria, outside the lecture rooms, and even in places where nobody had any reason to look at me.
Some stared openly, others whispered behind their hands, and a few would glance at me, look away when I caught them, then whisper something to the person beside them.
I pretended not to notice, that was what I had become good at—pretending. I walked through the university corridors with my head down, my oversized hoodie pulled over my hair even though the weather wasn’t particularly cold. I wished I could disappear inside it.
“Is that her?”
The whisper came from behind me and I kept walkin
