I hate everyone. EV-ER-Y-ONE. You might think I'm lying, but I'm not. I hate you ALL.

Well, maybe not Libby. I only hate her sometimes.

BUT I HATE THE REST OF YOU. Don't try to make excuses. It's your fault I hate you. YOU did this to ME. All the pressure to be perfect all the time…it's not something a healthy person can handle. But YOU ALL expected me to be great and be great at EVERYTHING. Thereby, I hate EVERYONE.

ESPECIALLY JIMMY NEUTRON.

As if it wasn't bad enough that I had to be perfect all the time. Now, the prospect of being perfect is obsolete. He just moved in and took everything away. I was running a lap ahead of the rest when he tripped me. At least I used to have respect for being over-stressed and pressured. Now, everyone expects the same out of me, but I am subservient. Subservient to Freak Boy.

They don't even give me a chance anymore! Everyone just expects Jimmy to be better! But that's why I have to keep trying. One day, he'll slip up and I'll be there. I'll be there right behind him to speed ahead. Then I'll get my respect back. Then they'll all worship me like they used to. Maybe even my mom will realize I'm worth something. So I'll wait. I'll wait until the moment he's not looking and I'll trip him. He will fall to the unforgiving ground and I will hold him there. He'll never trip me again.

There's a small problem with this plan, though.

I kind of like the race.

It was never very interesting before he got here. They say it's lonely at the top, and I guess that's true. I was like a machine. I worked only for excellence because it was expected of me, it was in my programming. If you gave me a test, I'd complete it and get a perfect score. But for what? I was already so far ahead.

Then he sped ahead of me and I felt something. It wasn't just my mom pushing me to be the best. It was me. I began to push myself. I had always been determined, but this was different. This was passion.

I am not comfortable with the word passion. But I don't know how else to describe it. Unfortunately passion connotes a feeling of love. Recall that I mentioned how I HATE Jimmy Neutron. But how else am I to define it?

There's a rush with him, a determination…an obsession. I must keep up. I must be by his side.

Okay, that didn't come out right. Forget I said that.

You can have passionate hatred, you know. It's quite common actually. In Wuthering Heights, Heathcliff hated Catherine so much that –

Well, they actually loved each other. So that's not the best example. But I promise! It's very common. I just can't think of an example off the top of my head! And I bet King Cranium couldn't either.

I'm not sure what I'm going to do when I get the chance to overtake him. On one hand, it means I get my respect back. On the other, I lose the passion, the little meaning I have in my life.

I think I'm going to trip him. But I won't let him get too far behind. Heck, I might even let him pass me so I can trip him again! Studies have shown people need companionship. All I know is that it's a long way to the finish line and I'd like a little company.