Trial #9 {Challenge Accepted}

Day 8

Take a nondescript sentence such as, "How are you?" Write the same line from at least five different points of view.

The sentence: "I hate you". I happen to use this sentence in a lot of situations, both positive and negative, weirdly.

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1. "Your parents are going to kill you when they know what happened last night".

"Not just mine. Your parents are going to kill you too," I protested.

"Lets nor forget that my parents don't mind about stuff like this and yours do," Sarah said.

"I hate you,"  I whispered to Sarah, as she walked out of earshot.

She chuckled. "You started this, Lois, don't blame me".

I bit back a grin and started cleaning up the cafeteria, replaying last night's party and the mess I was about to be stuck in, literally and figuratively.

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2. Why is she taking my stuff without my permission? The least she could do is ask," I tell Andrea, as I write down the notes given on the board.

"Maybe she might've felt that you wouldn't mind," she told me.

"Yeah, but telling me that she doesn't know where it is and then finding it in her pouch the next day? And multiple times? I find that a little hard to believe. Ugh, I hate her".

"You say that about every single person we meet!"

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3. "Oh come on! You gotta admit that pets like me! I had almost reached to stroke it and I would have if you hadn't screamed from behind," I tell Ann.

"Yeah, right, should I also remind you of the time when you ran away from a monkey who was trying to take your lollipop when you had went somewhere?" She asked me back.

"A monkey is not a pet!" I protest, as a bird outside started disturbing us with her cries.

"Shut up!" I scream at the bird.

There's silence for a second.

"Good".

Then it starts screeching again. Ann starts laughing on the floor.

"Stop laughing at me!" I tell her, indignantly. "I hate you!"

"Oh please, you don't even mean that," Ann tells me and honestly, a part of me agrees with her.

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4. "I trusted you, Sierra. More than myself," I tell her, with no emotion in my voice, despite the storm that was raging in my mind.

"Del, they're lying to you so that you would stop talking to me. Please trust me," she replied.

"I tried trusting you before. It never ended well. I'm afraid this was the last time, Sierra. I hate you. Don't you dare talk to me ever again. You're responsible for breaking this friendship".

I walked away from one of my closest friends, now turned into a stranger. I felt my mind telling me how I was wrong about all this. And yet, I've never felt so free.

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5. "I don't like Amla juice," Zainab told me. Well, at least through her message. 

"I know, right, I hate Amla too. It's so bitter," I type back.

"Well, I don't HATE it, I just don't have a liking for it,"  she said, in her next message.

"Well, I don't exactly hate it either, but hate is the first word that comes out of my mouth for basically anything I don't like, I can't help it,"  I conclude with a smile, despite knowing that she won't be seeing it across the screen.

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Well, some of these might have been a slight stretch, but I'm just glad I got five POVs in the first place.

Except the first one, all POVs were designed from scenes in my own life, with a little tampering here and there. Talk about a trip down memory lane.

Under to you, Carrots. *facepalm*