The Ugly Truth

Here is a new story i just thought about and wanted to share with all of you! ;-) 

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Chapter 1

Walking down the halls, I get angry and dirty glares from my so called 'peers'. 'Coughing' when there really insulting me under their breath but just loud enough for me to hear. That's the everyday life for me, even my parents get a little sad by my words, but you know what they say better safe than sorry. Well in my case I don't care about their worries or how my comments affect them. If they don't want to know the truth they shouldn't ask. Well I do care how it affects them, but I guess talking to them to let them know its ok isn't my best point, it usually makes things worse. 

That's me, I tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Seriously. I mean I may come off as rude but I'm not rude I'm just telling it how it is. Whether they like it or not, it's not my problem if you don't like my opinion. Like they say, the best mind altering drug is the truth. Thankfully there is at least one person who can stand me and is not very much affected by my choice of words, Anna Marie. Yes my first name is her middle name cool right. Anna Marie Cole, and Marie Anna Smith. Laughing mentally I realize how much people might think were related, but were not, were just best friends.  

Anna is beautiful of course; she's half Spanish so she has naturally tanned skin. She also has black hair and dark brown eyes. I on the other hand have red hair, and light brown eyes. Anna is a good 5'6", while I'm at least 5'4". 

So Anna is really one of my only real friends who doesn't talk smack about me behind my back, or gets upset when I tell the truth and tries to avoid me. The thing is I know she's annoyed of the way I am and I don't know when she's going to crack. It's not that I'm a bad person I'm actually very out there. I mean I may not be always preppy but I'm not boring either so most of the time I'm just me, you don't know what might happen. 

Waiting for Anna by my locker I start to check my nails. No I'm not one of those girls who always think 'gosh I need a manicure' but my nails were looking awesome today. I painted them silver with black streaks. It went well with my grey tights and black shirt dress that I'm wearing along with my black ankle boots. I feel so fat right now, laughing mentally I think about what I had for breakfast. A lot of pancakes and I mean a lot and boy were they good, drizzled with syrup, with fruits and chocolate....yeaaaa chocolate. You know I've been craving for some twizzlers...there just so good. During my food rant I didn't notice Macy walking down the hall. Ahhh I hate that girl she always looks like a stupid ass tramp that got attacked by a monkey and fell into orange mud after dunking her hair into a pool of bleach. Harsh I know but it's the truth I mean there's not need to lie. 

Deciding that Anna's not coming anytime soon I walk to my homeroom class. Sitting down in a seat near the window I start to think about random things. I wonder if in heaven I can go ice skating with a dolphin cuz' you know it is heaven and anything's possible. But, my friend keeps telling me it's going to crush me when it flops in the air and comes down. That would be very tragic.  

"Ms. Smith would you like to give me your trip money?" Mr. Johnson asks, snapping my attention to the front of the room. Awww the trip I forgot about that but I really don't want to go. The teachers want to bring us some stupid play about some stupid war, and we have to pay like $10 for it. I know it's going to be boring and I don't want to waste money on it. 

"No." I answer flatly. 

I examine his facial expression, he tried to look blank but I could see through his façade and see the annoyance he feels. It's not that I don't like him cuz' I do for a teacher but then again it's not like I don't like anybody, but more of I can't control what comes out my mouth being it's always the truth. I mean he is cute and young for a teacher and I would be lying if I said I wasn't attracted to him. Almost every girl in the school is, the only thing I don't like is his attitude, and he has some problems. 

"Why not? It was due today and you know that" he says irritable. 

"I know it was due today I'm not retarded you idiot, what you think I can't read, I clearly read the paper and decided it was a waste of time." I answer slowly and calmly. Gosh it's like they think I can't read a dam paper to know when it's due.