I was putting my bike into place at school. I walked by with my textbooks in hand, I heard a group of girls whispering.

Of course, me being the curious girl I am, I parked myself behind the lockers and listened inconspicuously.

“Did you hear?”
“What?”
“There’s a weirdo going around in our town.”
“Oh, my God! What happened?”
“Well, people say that he’s a…”

The girl lowered her voice, and I strained my ears. It didn’t help when the rest of the girls around her squealed in fright.

“A rapist?!” one of them hissed.

A lump formed in my throat.

“He’s already had about two victims,” the other answered.

I shook my head, and slammed my locker shut, drawing unwanted attention to myself.

It was probably just another rumor. I sat myself down in Music class, and looked out the huge, glass window.

Rumor, right?