A girl looks at me and wraps a scarf of rumors around my neck.
I can feel the whispers breathing down my back.
They tell me the truths and lies people have passed around the school.
Everything, from who dared who to do what, to who got the lowest score on the finals.
I take the wisps of truths and lies with me, yank it out, and then coil it back together.
Just for laughs, I sprinkle a bit of "something" unto it.
I step into my science class, with everyone laughing and playing around.
I sit down in my seat, next to a boy named Matt.
He looks at me intently as I slip the same scarf, truths and lies twisted and seasoned to my delight, over his head.
He knows what to do. Everyone does.
The process repeats itself, over and over until the scarf is too wrenched and too dusted with other lies.
Then, the scarf gets back to its original owner, who sees the fabric of sneers and smirks.
The scarf suffocates her, and she shatters.
She's finally broken.
Mission accomplished.