Evans Hansens Narration of Love

Chapter 3

By the time they pulled up to the school I could feel myself seething.

I had to calm myself.

With a small sigh I brought myself back.

I didn't like how I was treated.

Don't think that's what this was.

I didn't like it.

I tolerated it.

I understood it.

There was a difference.

And I did it to myself.

That didn't mean I liked it either.

It meant I knew what I deserved.

It meant I knew I wasnt good enough.

One day I would be.

But that day was far away and for now I was left with out purpose.

And I hated it.