She was there in the hallway of our apartment building when I came back from school. She couldn't look at me when I passed her and her mother, she was staring at the floor when her mother seemed to be telling her off about something. And I could hear her words.

'I am disappointed, Tiffany'

'This is so wrong'

'She's bad for you, influencing you with bad things...'

I heard them all, and when I walked past them, she purposely stopped talking as if she didn't want anyone else to hear their conversation.

But I did.

I didn't know if Tiffany's mother knew that girl was me, or if she had figured that out yet. How would she even know it was me?

She didn't know if I really was bad...