Dear you lucky bastard with the good life and not my crappy one,
Well, at least you already know how much I hate you. So, I don’t have to explain but even if I don’t know you, and you’re probably saying “You’d love me if you got to know me!!!” Well, that could be true…depending on who you are…. If you’re one of those “Preppy Chicks”or “Jocks”, I really hate you, with a burning passion. If you’re an “outsider”,maybe we could, I dunno. Talk? Hangout? Whatever. I won’t enjoy it though. I don’t even enjoy my friends. Samantha, “Snake”, she’s cool; she’s the only one of us that doesn’t really care about how much alcohol or drugs she downs. Tough bitch. She’s always liked me, but I just can’t be with a self-centered person. Okay, well, I’m kind of self-centered, but she’s on a whole new level! She’s only about herself. I really hate that. Whatever. It’s time for school. So let me get my black jeans, and my black hoodie that covers up my white tank top and my scars that hold what my personal hell caused me… Wish me luck. Never had it.
-Sam.
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Why I'm Gone
Short StorySamuel Instant. What I've been called my entire life. I hate everyone. I can't stand anything. Except her. Josilyn Slowly. She's...Different. And here's our story.
