when I was still in middle school, I knew my personality not yet ready to became a teen. While all my friends started to change, fell in love, tried their first kisses or just hangout with cool seniors. I was late adapter in society and day by day people would ignore my presence, but a few of them calling me names.
I never knew why they acted like they hate me so much, I often cried and counting with hope this moment would be over.
No one wanted to sit beside an outcast like me. Someone told them to stay away from me, because I am weird and all bad stuffs she could muster.

And now….
I hate her with my whole life, despite my knowledge, being in hate is tiring my soul out.