Five

500 30 2
                                    

-Reese-

My mom said that my dad had died, when I was young, around two or so.

He had died of a drunk driver hitting him, and he had died on the spot. That's all I basically know about him. My mom never told me his name, or anything else about him.

That's all I knew, that he died by a car hitting him.

A sudden notification from my phone snapped me out of my trance.

I looked down at it, and saw my friend, Nora had sent me a snapchat, asking me what the project for math we had to do over this break was about.

I was that smart kid in the class.

But if I didn't like someone, and they asked me what the test is about, I would ignore them.

--------------

"Honestly, there so fucking stupid, like, who even spoils their kids that much? And he promotes that company way to much." I said to myself, as I clicked opened the comment second.

I decided to write something so I wrote:

'The fuck? He promotes fucking trixin way to much, like chill. And he cares about it more than Fat Dad Fat Kid, like does he even work out?'

After I finished, I clicked send.

-----------

It's been a few days, and I've been hating on them, for these few days.

I don't know why I didn't like them so much, they just pissed me off.

Except the baby, he was the only one I could stand.

People kept replying to my hate, I guess I made a really big affect on them.

I went onto YouTube, and looked at my recent comment, that complained about trixin, and shit like that. My eyes widened, as I saw the over 100 replied.

Damn.

I looked at my first every comment, and saw it was not their.

In confusion, I looked at my activity list, and saw the shaytards had deleted it.

Oh shit.

They actually deleted it.

||||||||||||

Sorry for the bad chapter!

Vote, comment, it would warm my cold heart!

Bye guys!

The HaterWhere stories live. Discover now