Everyone surrounded me, almost suffocating, so asking me many questions about my disappearance for a month. It was really none of their business.

I was frankly exhausted, so I yelled at the top of my lungs, "Leave me alone!"

The glass from the hall windows shattered and glass glittered like diamonds all over the hallway floor. The kids immediately pointed and whispered horrible things about me.

Gossiping, rumors started to spread like wildfire around the school saying I was some sort of witch and should be burned at stake. This isn't the 1600's, for goodness sake!

The rumors worsened. All over our small town, the walls wrote, Angelice Watson is a witch and several other ones. Whispers were being said about me being some sorts of demon or possessed. The kids didn't even want to be near me, and people teased me

.My father was furious, and my mother was convinced it was just a coincidence. My brother, Patrick, and I became stronger than ever together.

Soon my family had to leave town and move away because the rumors began to become a burden. We moved to a sleepy town in a state, which I won't tell because we are still hiding.

I don't think we will even be remembered back in that miserable town. I went back many years later, and nobody recognized me. The girls who teased me were now nicer, but maybe that was because they saw me as a rich tourist. Those boys now left me alone, as they didn't talk to me.

Even now, as a grandmother of many kids, I still recall that day. The day I was labeled as a freak.

A/N: I know this one shot doesn't make all sense, but I randomly made this up, so yeah.