Is this.. what they call love? ❤️

1. The Beginning Of Hatred

     Hey there, I'm Ethan, well you probably know a lot of Ethan's, well, I'm the Ethan of this story and what can I say? I'm pretty much your average guy at school. I don't really have a ,out of friends, except my buddy Bryan, he's a keeper! I'm in my final year of high school, so growing up without any drama in my way was a perfect way to end the year, well,I don't exactly have any drama but there's one person who makes my life a living hell, trust me.. you'll wanna rip her vocal cords out as much as I do when I finish telling you about her.
      A lot of people have grudges against a lot of people in high school, I mean how couldn't you hate someone the 4 years you've been there.. well, the one person in particular that I hate  is named Hannah, don't judge me just because it's a girl! Girls can be fucking assholes if they wanna be, it's scary. So Ethan, how DID you end up developing such hatred towards this young lady? Well, let me tell you!

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Flashback to . . . 3rd grade

I was only in elementary when I had this super amazing limited edition finger skateboard, it was awesome, I loved it, my dad used to collect them when, well, when he was around. He left me and my mom when I was 5, he was like my best friend so it was pretty hard for me, but these toys made me feel like.. he was still around. I was normally playing around with it since we had free time, but then suddenly I could feel someone coming up behind me, it was the one and only Hannah, and two of her idiotic friends. I raised a brow, " Can I help you, uhh.. Hannah, right? " Hannah chuckled and snatched my precious toy, and eyed it.

     " This looks really old, it must be pretty useless if you ask me. " Her and her friends giggled as I rolled my eyes, " Haha, very funny guys.. can I have it back now? " She looked at both of her friends and sighed, " You're right.. here.. " As I was about to reach for it she threw it onto the ground and stomped on it, breaking it into tiny pieces, my eyes widened as they welled up with tears, I grabbed the tiny pieces and shouted, " HOW COULD YOU? THIS WAS MY DAD'S! " She narrowed her eyes at me and shrugged her shoulders, " Oops, maybe you can ask him to buy you another one.. oh wait, you can't. " She smiled as she took a lick from her lollipop and sashayed away with her friends, I just sat there, tearing up and sitting in a giant puddle with my own tears.

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     That's the day my hatred for Hannah started, and that wasn't the end of her torments, they lasted till we finished elementary, the start and end of middle school, and all till senior year, and guess what? It hasn't stopped! Now she's part of some popular group of girls, run by Valentina, but everyone calls her Vale, Emily, a ginger girl by her side, Hannah, of course.. then there's Valerie, I don't know a lot about her but they're the most popular people in the school at the moment, someone like Hannah doesn't deserve her popularity or anything. I just know karma is gonna get her one day, I swear of it. For now, she can continue to enjoy her amazing life while making my life a living hell. I wonder what bullies think of whenever they go after their prey.. " Oh, this is definitely my comfort activity! " I'd bully them for thinking something like that, but unlike them, I return kindness to everyone around me.
     Inside the classroom, I excelled at all my studies and pursued all my interests wholeheartedly. I engaged in some extracurricular activities from time to time, from playing in the school band to participating in community service projects. However, despite my fucking efforts, Hannah has always continued to find ways to undermine me. Either making rumors, making snide remarks towards me, or orchestrating subtle social exclusion, she has never missed one single opportunity to make my life miserable, and I mean never.
      I refuse to let her shitty actions define me. I've always reminded myself that she's nobody to judge me in any way, I hope one day she learns to treat other people with some respect. I'll tell you about other situations other than 3rd grade.
     6th grade. By middle school, Hannah had evolved from a mere playground bully to a full-fledged diva. I remember this one time when we were given a project to work on, and of course, fate had it that I was paired with Hannah. I worked tirelessly on that project, putting in my best efforts, while Hannah did absolutely nothing. When it was time to present our project, I was sick and couldn't make it to school. Hannah, seizing the opportunity, presented the project as her own work and took all the credit. It was infuriating, but there wasn't much I could do about it.
     Start of High School, it's a place where stupid cliques are formed, I kept my distance, focusing on my studies and spending time with Bryan, best person ever. One day during our senior year, ( This actually happened last week so.. ) Hannah decided it would be fun to spread a ridiculous rumor about me. She told everyone that I had a crush on her. It was a complete fabrication, but people believed her. I became the laughingstock of the school. It was humiliating. I could feel the sting of laughter and pointing fingers every time I walked down the hallway. But I held my head high, refusing to let her get to me. Despite all of this, I remained hopeful. I knew that I was stronger than Hannah, stronger than her petty games and cruel words. I knew that one day, she would get her comeuppance. And until that day, I would continue to be kind, to treat others with respect, to be better than her.
     Again, I'm Ethan.. I hate Hannah with everything in my body, and this is my story.