the feel of hate

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Submitted: January 25, 2013

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Sorry to say but this is not a short story. Is the story of how i felt around people. My sisters, my parents, My friends , and strangers. People say life get better, but does it really. Both of my parents, more of my father, blames me for every little thing that goes wrong. My sister , middle child, makes fun of what i like. I don't know what to do anymore but just write. To tell you the truth, i cry very easly and im crying right now. The feeling of knowing what they think of you. I HATE IT. The Youngest of the sister, we fight all the time. People say 'that how we knew they love each other', but no. i love her but then i just don't want her around me. what is scary, is that i feel alone. Am i different in a way only i can see. When i was at around the age of 9 or 10, people ALWAYS picked on me. I made my own world, so that i wouldn't get hurt. I followed everything my parents said. When i tried something and like it, My parents and my sisters said that it was dumb. a waste of time. I was always a loner. i was glad when my parents said we were moving. the joy, the new beginings, new chance to make friends, and to have a happier life. On the first day of class, i was so happy. i smiled at everybody. But my past , it scaried me. The first friend i had her name was Mellani. She was so pretty. Stright A's, strong, and she loved to talk but when work had to be done, she was as quiet as me. Because of her, my life got brighter and brighter. She interdoues me to her friends. I was at home. Around friends at school. i loved them so much. They told me , that i was nice and i had to speak up to make more friends. I was always around girls. And Only Girls. but when it was reeses, i want to run and kick , but the girls said it was a boy thing. If i want to play, i had to play with the boys. I did it. but they told me only guys can play. So i changed charactier from a book i had read. on the time they started to play again. i yell 'So the boys are afriad of one girl, that so funny.' the boy near me stoped and talked back ' ok then you can play, but if you cry its not our fuilt.' the boy with the ball kicked toward me, i grabed it without fliching. Every single resses, me and the boy well play. i was then called a Tom Boy! Now am in High School, the ninth grade, am happy. with the life i had. i wish with all my hopes that time will stop.

Its Funny! I Read All That I Have Writeen. Do I Really Hate people That Much? Am I still In My Little World? I'll i ever stop crying? i just hope that time will be good to me. Sorry for the spelling misstake and lanuage correction. This is How i felt on 1-25-13!


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