Jumbled

Sometime hate is just confused love!

I hate Danny. He is so....Gross. In elementary school, I used to flinch at the sight of him. Me and my gang(consists of Alisha and Niaz- we like to call it "The 3 worlds trio" where Alisha represents the upper world,I represent the mortal world and Niaz represents the underworld.)

Whatever.....we're drifting away from the topic. So, me and my gang always tried to beat Danny down in the hallway whenever we caught glimpse of him. But,he was super sneaky and somehow always managed to escape from his piteous fate. And there was Mr.Robert, student counselor of WBC High-always standing like a hawk in the hallway,who also happened to be Danny's paternal uncle who lived with them.

My days of doldrums started when we got promoted to High school. In freshman year,I got physics class with him. I had to seat a WHOLE year with none other than Danny! I tried to change my schedule but that would mean not having class with my gang members! So, I had to bite my tongue and seat patiently next to him a WHOLE FREAKING year!!! I wouldn't say that I didn't want to strangle his throat every now and then, but then I hold myself back. It was like I was giving the toughest exam of my life.

Next year, I had Chem lab with him. What is it with he and I? Was fate playing a cruel game with me? Or was  it Danny? Manipulating the school authority via his uncle so that he could sit next to me?I often thought about them. But I couldn't ask him about it because then it would prove I'm the weakest one, I couldn't stand without talking with him so I found an excuse. It would also gave him an excuse to mock me for the rest of my life.

So, another year passed. Don't ask me how it had been, Cause then I might go crazy and try to strangle your throat too. Or,if you're lucky,you might get a hard slap on your face. Because no one is allowed to pronounce his name in front of me. Not even my gang members. Of course, we have a special name for our dear Danny. But I wouldn't tell that now. You'll soon discover it if you're intelligent enough.
So, today is the first day of Junior High. I swear,if I get one more classes with him, I am gonna quit High School and live the rest of my life as a homeless pencil.

Okay so I am not a writer of any sort. I even didn't know why I started writing this story in the first place.I guess to let my thoughts out?? But these characters are totally fictional,(I created them as my complete opposites, so) and they lack any reality and this story lacks some serious objective. With that being said, read at your own risk. And if you read it, don't forget to criticize me in the comments!

P.S: The title is a quote of Omar Tyree