~ Prologue ~
Saying you hate someone is stupid-silly. It never helps anything and it doesn't make you friends. It causes misunderstanding when not meant and more hatred in any situation.
In the one situation of my life I had grounds to say it, I in fact didn't mean it. It was impulse. It was lying. It was stupid-silly, just like it always is.
One minute later, I hated myself. One hour later.One day.One year. And here we are, hating Lorelai Leigh Gilmore more than we ever did before.
I said it to him-about him-and expected some sort of smart remark of his. But no.he never spoke to me again. I stood next to him at Chilton Prep graduation. No "congratulations", no "good luck at college", no nothing. A simple nod was the only communication ever present. I worked with him some time on a scene from Romeo & Juliet, but it was all forced and acting. We fit the part perfectly. He left right before anything happened, returning only to make me want to kill myself even more. His blue eyes boring into the back of my head didn't help in the least bit.
And here I was, staring into those same blue eyes, but now older by a year and going along with the speech I prayed was directed at me. Imagine that. But of course. It wasn't. It never would be.
Saying you hate someone is stupid-silly. It never helps anything and it doesn't make you friends. It causes misunderstanding when not meant and more hatred in any situation.
In the one situation of my life I had grounds to say it, I in fact didn't mean it. It was impulse. It was lying. It was stupid-silly, just like it always is.
One minute later, I hated myself. One hour later.One day.One year. And here we are, hating Lorelai Leigh Gilmore more than we ever did before.
I said it to him-about him-and expected some sort of smart remark of his. But no.he never spoke to me again. I stood next to him at Chilton Prep graduation. No "congratulations", no "good luck at college", no nothing. A simple nod was the only communication ever present. I worked with him some time on a scene from Romeo & Juliet, but it was all forced and acting. We fit the part perfectly. He left right before anything happened, returning only to make me want to kill myself even more. His blue eyes boring into the back of my head didn't help in the least bit.
And here I was, staring into those same blue eyes, but now older by a year and going along with the speech I prayed was directed at me. Imagine that. But of course. It wasn't. It never would be.
