La Push Beach

So today I took a drive and went to the La Push beach. I was having a little fun by myself, until of course something ruined that. Jared came, and I was fine with that. He's an okay guy. We started talking, and I was telling him how I didn't have much to do in this stupid place. I told him everyone I met, including Austin. Of course he thought Austin was a boy.. but I told him she was a girl. He told me, "Why don't you go out and make some friends?" And that was the wrong thing to ask. I try to make friends, and I don't fit in. Not my fault I'm different. When I was growing up my mom always told me being different was good. No one acts like it is to me though. So I told Jared I wasn't good around people and he asked why, then I muttered something and he asked me what I said. I lied, duh, and said I didn't say anything. I'm usually good at lying, but it was pretty obvious I said something. Well he wouldn't stop annoying me about it so I got really ticked, got up and kicked sand in his face and then ran off crying. I didn't look back to see if he said/was saying anything, I didn't want to. I knew moving here was a bad idea. It was a bad idea. A real bad idea. But guess what? I'm stuck here.