ihateyouiloveyou - e.f

.5

"Eric! Stop pulling on Angela's pigtails!" Ms. Sharp shouted at the six year old boy who was tugging my hair.

"Yeah. You heard her!" My high pitched voice shouted at the blonde boy.

"But i don't wanna! She pushed me off the slide!" He shouted to the teacher.

"I did not!" I defended.

"Did so!" He shot back.

"I hate you!"

"I hate you more, Andrew!"

"I hate you morer, Elizabeth!"

"I wish you were never born!"

"Go to Hell!"

"I'll see you there!"

"MISTER FORMAN. MISS BELLE. GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" Ms. Sharp intervened.

We crossed our arms and dragged our feet as we trudged out of the classroom, still bickering, just quieter.

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That was where it all began.
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"Angela!" Jennifer screeched.

"Fight fight fight fight!" The students chanted, making a big circle around Eric and me.

Eric had me pinned to the ground after i got in a couple good punches to his nose, just like my brother James taught me.

I struggled against him but he had me, so i pulled my leg up to my chest and kneed his stomach, making him fall off me.

I stood up and he did too, and we grabbed each other's hair and shoulders and tried to push the other to the ground.

"Okay Okay Okay, That is enough, you two!" The assistant principal shouted, making us stop fighting and stare at him wide eyed.
"Y'all are some insane second graders." He said, shaking his head and dragging us to his office.

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Third grade.

The fifth day.

My schedule changed, and i had Forman in my class.

At lunch, we would throw food at each other discreetly.

Mashed potatoes, beans, salad, all launched by forks or spoons or hands.

It was fine until one time some jello got on my white dress. And i did what seemed reasonable at the time.
I took my steak and i smushed it in his face.

"Oh it is on, Angela." He said, taking a handful of potato and rubbing it in my hair.

His friends Micheal and Steven cheered while Donna, who was one of my friends, rolled her eyes.

I grabbed some beans and put them down his shirt, then he threw his chocolate milk at me, making me throw my koolaid at him.

That's when the principal found us fighting, then dragged us into the office again.

——

In fourth grade, i was ready to fight Eric on the daily, but my mother got cancer and the doctors told us to move to be near the best treatment center.

So we took off without saying goodbyes, never to see our old home again.

Until my mother passed away.

My father decided it'd be best to move back to Wisconsin.

And here i stand, seven years later, at the green sign that says

Welcome to Point Place, Wisconsin!
Population 2489