Hate

By:silence isn't always golden

Hate is a very powerful word.

I hate everything. I hate my hair, my eyes, the way the sky turns a dingy grey when it begin to rain. I hate my school, my glasses, my life. I hate when I sit on the bench too long because the wooden splinters start stick onto to my butt and the smell of non-toxic paint start to rub up on my clothing. I hate the rain. I hated you.

Especally you.

I hated the way you smiled at me everytime I would try to be cold and unfriendly towards you.

I hated the way you was always positive with every single thing that I did to you which were mostly horrid and cruel.

I hated your crisp,chestnut hair that's cropped off and silky that I could wrap my fingers around it.

I hated everything about you.

And I hated that I loved you.

Author's Note: One of my shortest stories ever. Ugh. I hate it so much.