I hate her.
I hate everything about her.
The way she struts down the hallway, all too consciously arranging her gait to showcase her unexciting derriere, unaware of the fact that she looks like a duck waddling around in the grass.
The way she primps her hair as she sashays out the door with conspicuously absent grace, and looks at me like she was the most beautiful girl alive and I was an alien from outer space.
Dear God, I hate her.
And here she comes.
She gives me the look.
Arrogant bitch!
I look back at her. Cold, one eyebrow slightly raised, seemingly unaffected. If she thinks a simple high-handed stare from her will make me go away like a hurt little puppy… she was dead wrong.
Her eyes grow wide, startled. She falters in the middle of the hallway, taken aback, suddenly unsure.
I wait.
And then she draws herself up, takes up her usual pose, sticks her nose up at me, and waddles down the hall… while I secretly laugh behind her back.
Ah, how fun it is to hate her.
Hahaha! Yeah, well, you’re right…this one is inspired by reality. This girl just really irritated me. Heheheheh.
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Wow! such vile! such rage! You’re entries might be posted as fictions but I’m not so sure.
Posted by pablo at June 9, 2007, 3:37 pm