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Tristan

  Tristan.

A boy who has it all.

A teenager who takes and takes but never gives.

He's someone who runs off at the mouth and can never keep it shut.

"Yeah, I heard he's gay," Tristan announces loud enough for everyone in the halls to hear.

A group of kids were already gathered around him to listen in on the latest gossip.

People basically worshipped the ground he walked on.

He was popular is what I'm trying to say in case you didn't catch on.

The teens around him begin to mutter and nod their heads in blind agreement.

They were followers, all of them.

They wanted to be him, at least something similar.

So they followed because that's the closest they were going to get.

"I knew he was a fairy."

"Yeah, a total faggot."

"Ew, that's gross."

Those were the words that were being thrown around.

It was like, they didn't even care that they were hurting someone.

Someone who was human just like them.

But Tristan, he was affected by this the most.

He mentally cringes but doesn't outwardly show it.

Instead he keeps that winning smile one his face and looks around smugly.

He should be use to it but he isn't.

The overwhelming feeling of people around him use to bother him but now he's use to it.

He doesn't know why he does it.

He couldn't stop.

It was like an impulse for him to open his mouth and blurt everyone's secret.

To spread the latest gossip.

The words spilled from his mouth effortlessly, like water flowing down a river.

Though there's always this feeling in his gut.

The feeling was eating him from the inside and out.

It was guilt.

And like everyday, he ignores this feeling.

He drowns out everyone's voices and leans back against the lockers.

They were like magpies.

Chattery and loud.

Yet they were also mockingbirds.

Copying what you say and spreading it to others alike.

And for some reason, he enjoyed this.

He liked to see others life get ruined by him.

Maybe it was because his life wasn't as perfect as people thought?

That, he envy those with perfect families because he doesn't have one of his own?

Maybe.

This was Tristan.

The one who can never keep his mouth shut.