• I hate it. I hate this school. I hate the people there. I hate feeling guilty for hating them. I hate it when they poke my stomach just to see me jump. I hate it when they pull my hair and smile when I say "ouch." I hate it when they hit me, and laugh when I flinch. I hate it. I hate them. Someday they will pay. Someday.
    I had a teacher once who said that hate was bad for the soul. He seemed happy enough. But he's not me. I can't help it. They think they can walk all over me. They think that I don't care, that I'm alright as long as they don't push too far. Oh, if only they knew how far I'd been pushed before I'd even met them. They would have run, screaming, like the cowards they are. Only cowards hit a girl for fun. Only cowards. I know so many cowards.