|Hate (standard:drama, 584 words)|
|Author: allyndreia||Added: Apr 03 2003||Views/Reads: 1854/1||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|this is a story of hate, no more no less. Just pure unadultered hatred.|
She remembered the first time that she had ever really hated him. They were sitting at the dinner table, her, trying to make her parents proud with news of the day and he interrupted. He explained that with his friends he had tried a cigarette for the first time that day, but he didn't like it, so he wouldn't do it again. The first thought that entered her mind was What an idiot! But her next thought was much more subtle- why not me? She worked so hard to make them proud but he had come into their life and suddenly the focus of attention had shifted. She was no longer the queen of the household. His antics and his events were more important, not to spite her but because he was different. She hated him for that, the way no one should ever hate anyone else. She didn't think of herself as mean, but she knew deep down that she was as cruel and heartless as the witch that kept Rapunzel in the tower. All her friends saw it, how this mild mannered girl turned green with envy and black with spite. She spoke poorly of him, but he continued to do no wrong and because of this she hated him more. She blamed her hate on a lack of sleep, girl's problems, a bad day, or event hat he was really always in the wrong. Deep down she always knew what was really the problem... she was a horrible person. There was no other way to explain this: hormones, nature, behavior, none of them could describe her mood towards him. As the year progressed, she went through stages of really wanting to be his friend, almost being his friend and wishing he didn't exist. It was so hard to tell if she would make it through the year. Every time she saw him she began to lose value. When she thought about it, she solved it a million times, but each time the success lasted only a smattering of minutes. She hated seeing him first thing in the morning, because she would be sour for the rest of the day. It was so hard for her to overcome these petty dislikes and they tormented her constantly. All the sudden this hatred started to affect her self-confidence. She began to think that no one could ever love her and that she was an awful person. She believed that she could do very little right and didn't deserve any respect. She wasn't seriously affected for a long period of time. She got over it most of the time and lived a normal life, but whenever things went slightly wrong, there was no hope for her. She would cry or snap at him, she even left town, but nothing helped. She gave up so much to have him there, but she never let him forget it. With him she did not possess the skills of grace. He never fought back, and that was the worst of it. He was so perfect, she never felt adequate in his presence. His grades were better, he had more friends, he was by far a much nicer person, but some how she could not like him. It began to consume her and eventually she stopped speaking completely, afraid of what she might say to him and what the repercussions might be. Hopefully, with this silence, she would fade into the background and never have her spiteful face seen again. Tweet
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