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In a way, I have always been a trashmouth. It makes me feel powerful I guess to speak my mind the way I do. I don't mean any harm by it, but apparently people take in such a bad way.

The problem is, I use it in the wrong way. I don't do it for shits and giggles, I do it to make fun of people. Mainly my friends.

I can come up with a comeback in seconds, and I've been told that I can get out of hand. But what's so wrong with speaking the truth? Can people not handle it? Would they prefer to be lied to?

A lot of people call me annoying. I get that one the most. Then I get the 'you are ugly's. Those happen a bunch too. They say it's not just my appearance that makes me ugly, but also my attitude.

Sometimes, my attitude is good. I make my very few friends laugh and that makes me feel good inside. But, most times they hate me for it.

"What's up, world disasters." I said sitting at the table with all my friends.

"Rude. You know, you act just like Richie." Megan said in a disgusted manor.

I looked at her confused, "Who's Richie?"

She pointed across the lunchroom to a table of boys.

"The one with the glasses." She confirmed.

I nodded and starred at the kid. He looked quite adorable with his glass and Hawaii shirt.

"Why do you say that?" I asked turning back to them.

"Because he cant stop talking, just like you. Everyone ignores him, just like they do you. And, he is ugly..." Marcia said.

"You guys are assholes!" I said getting up and throwing my lunch away.

I ran out of the cafeteria and into the restroom. Tears flooded my eyes and my heart ached. Maybe they were right. Maybe I am really annoying and ugly. You can't change something that can't be changed.

I sniffled and wiped away my tears as the door opened. I looked in the mirror and saw the boy walk in. His eyes widened once he caught my eye.

I spun around, "You fucking perv. This is the girls' room."

He shook his head, "It's Uh...its actually the boys's room."

"Oh...shit my bad. Sorry." I said walking fast towards the door.

"Wait!" He called out.

I stopped, not moving an inch.

"Why are you crying?" He asked softly. His voice seemed comforting in a way, and I felt like I could trust him.

"Just had something in my eye." I said continuing to speed walk out of the bathroom.

I walked out of the school and ran all the way to the barrens, throwing rocks and thinking.

My mother is going to kick my ass when she finds out I ditched school. But, I hate it there. How would you like it if you got tormented for being yourself?

I used to be different. Used to act like all the other girls just to fit in, but it was no use. I still got bashed on.

Even my mother hates my attitude, she thinks I'm annoying as hell.

I would to, sometimes I really do believe I am. If I could run away, I run all the way to New York. I would hide in an alley and live my own life, by myself.

"Hey!" I heard.

I turned around quickly, seeing that damned boy again.

"Why are you following me?" I asked.

"Why are you crying?" He asked.

I wiped my cheeks and saw how my hand got wet. Damnit.

"I...I uhm. I asked you first." I said.

"I'm not following you. I come here when it all gets too much. I was just yelled at in front of everyone for giving an opinion." He sighed walking up to me.

"I answered your question. Can you answer mine?" He asked.

"Too long of a story." I said about to walk away.

He grabbed my hand, making me tense up.

"Good thing I love stories." He said.

I sighed, "Why do you want to know so bad?"

"I want to know why a pretty girl like you is crying." He said softly.

I looked down at our hands, and pulled mine away. A tear fell once again, "That's the reason why I'm crying. I'm not a pretty girl, so don't lie and say I am. That was such an asshole move!"

He held his hands up in defense, "Well then. Hold on."

He took off his glasses and wiped them on his shirt, then put them back on.

"Yup. Still pretty." He said.

I smiled lightly, "Uh...thanks. You don't have to say that though. It only hurts more."

I walked away, cursing myself for telling him that.

"Wait!" He yelled again.

I stopped, rolling my eyes.

"Please stay. I think I want to get to know you." He said.

I turned around, facing him.

"I'm a mess. I'll end up saying something wrong and you will hate me for it." I explained.

"That's fine. I say stupid shit all the time. They don't call me trashmouth for nothing." He smirked.

I walked back over towards him and sat on the rock beside him.

"Alright." I said as he sat down.