Hate

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I hate him

I hate him

I hate him

I repeated to myself as I got ready for school on Monday morning. I told myself I hated him so much that I convinced myself that I did.  

He was a terrible person, who did terrible things, I thought as the made purple crescent moons on my palms form.

On the way to school, I stopped convincing myself that I hated him and started convincing myself that it was going to be a good day. By the time I met up with Elaine and Joanie I was so optimistic they could barely handle me.

The optimism didn't last long because, well, it was Monday.


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