everything happens for a reason

   She looks at me with disgust on her face. Her mocking smile making me want to rip my hair out in fists. Why the hell do we have to be perfect in life? Is there some kind of thing saying that if we're not perfect ( whatever that is) then we aoutomatically fail at life? well big news everyone! Hannah montana got it right. We all make mistakes no ones perfect I pick up my now broken glasses and wipe up the shit, that was once food, off my shirt, I give her a nasty glare and walk back to my table, hearing he group of "perfect boys and girls" laughing and whispering behind my back. I sit down at the one last spot that I didnt see anyone saving, and ofcoarse when I get there they all move. I dont really care anymore, 'cause i'm used  to it. Even the nerds hate me and make fun of me. Now, before you get shocked at how anyone could do this, let me tell you my life story.                                               My name is Axi Moore. I was made a transgender when I was a small child. Yes that means I was aguy when I was born, but now I'm not. I have bboobs a vagina anything girl could ask for. I was also born with very big lips. They call me fish lips, and thats not even all. I have a talking disability so it is kind of hard to talk. I believe I've adjusted to where people can hear clearly and understand what i'm saying, but I do talke weird. When I was 5, my dad ranaway so now I'm stuck with my alcoholic mother. Thats it for me, but it's enough for everyone to hate me.                                                                                           I go through the rest of school day without saying a word. When I go home my mother tells me I have youth group in an hour. This is strange because I dont even go to church. But I get ready anyway and wait for her to drop me off wherever she thinks "youth group" is. It's apparently at the schools park with no one there. she tells me to call her when I'm done and leaves before I can tell her I don't have a phone. She doesn't even have a phone. I walk past the swings, and playset over to where the dry and open field is. It isn't very cold so I take off my coat and use it as a pillow when I lay down on the grass. The stars are all out and I stare at them. I wish I was as beautiful as them, as smooth and steady as they seem to be. It was very dark, so I could barely make it out when this figure emerged infront of me, and so be it I almost screamed. He semmed too calm to be threatening and yes, it was a male figured. "beautiful isn't it?" he says in a very charming voice. That was the nicest and ONLY thing anyone has said to me all day. But surly he doesn't know it's me hes talking to, so I guess I should tell him. I look up to where he's standing and say "you know it's Axi Moore you're talking to right? if you want I can  leave..." I barely see his face form into a grin. " no no it's fine and no I didnt know it was 'Axi Moore' I was talking to but now I do know, my names Cameron Dallas, I'm new here. May I sit WITH you and keep you company?"                                                "Gladly"  I say, hoping this could be my first friend. "so...." he says sitting si close to me our arms touch. This nice gesture of friendliness feels nice. "What are you doing here so late?" he asks, and I decide to give him a little white lie. "Guess mom gives me exceptions, and you?" "same... You have a beautifull voice ya know." he says matter-of-factly. Now Im shocked, I've never even heard the word beautiful about me. A rush of heat flutters through me and ofcoarse to make things worse i shed a few tears. " now now no need to cry, I wasn't lying or anything"                                                                          " No it's not that" I respond with a nevous laugh.  " I sure hope not " he says wiping the tears off my cheeks . This kindness is too much  for me and I feel I have to leave. "Im sorry I have to go" I say getting up. He gets my coat for me "Thats fine, I understand it's late anyway." I nod hoping walking home wont be too long. I turn to walk away and at the corner of my eye I see him sitting back down staring at me. I can't help but smile. But now it's time to leave. He says he's new here  but tht doesnt mean he'll go to the same school as me. And even if he did, he'd find out how much of a loser I am and wouldnt talk to me again. I turn past the school down to the street and ofcoarse it starts raining. Just my luck. I guess I'll stay undercover and wait for my mom to pick me up, because surely she'll come for me.

Okay obviously thats a lie, I just don't know what to do at this point. Either I walk 2 miles to my house or stay the night here. I hear footsteps coming this way and I assume it's Cameron. I've already chose my decision. I know it's weird but I want to avoid him so I turn and walk away before he notices me again.