It's like the chill has come from outside and into the school hallway itself as well. I can't help but pull my hoodie over my head to cover my ears. Not just against the cold bite in the air, but also against the voices whispering behind hands to one another around me in the hall. I know they are talking to me. I can feel it actually. It makes me sick to know that they all know as well.

"Cory Anderson to the principal's office please. Cory Anderson."

The intercom is louder than it usually is. I swear they have pushed up the volume just in order to get my...