I think you guys get the idea - the chapter name is the prompt.
He felt like everyone around him was staring.
Like everyone knew something about him that he didn't.
Like everyone was whispering about him. He was sure they were.
He couldn't quite catch what they were saying- everyone would snap their mouths shut before he came within a meter of them.
He hated the way people were- so secretive, so bitchy, always wanting something to gossip about.
What people thought didn't bother him anymore. It was just that he would rather know what was being said.
The chatty whispers were becoming the sound track to his life.
