I see her evil green eyes looking at me everyday. She's waiting for me to care, to look back at her, so she can start another fight. I don't dare look. I don't want any trouble...more like I can't afford it. Her red hair stands out from everyone else in the room and her pale skin makes her look like a porcelain princess, a life-sized doll. I hate her. I didn't even know what hate felt like, I never realized the meaning at all. It doesn't really matter I suppose. She's moving soon enough, she can make someone else's life hell.
I don't get how many times I'm going to have to have this issue with this .... demon. I really just can't take it anymore.
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