I so do not like the look of him. What did I do to deserve this? He's so mean! Why can't he go away?
He's been there since the first day of kindergarden. I've hated him since the first day of kindergarden too.

He stole my toy! He took it, right from my hand! I told the teacher, but what did she say, "awe, how cute! Making friends already?" Since then I haven't really like me teachers. I'm in 9th grade now, and guess what? I don't like but one of my teachers.He's there. I am looking at him, despising him. Why couldn't he just leave or something?

He keeps looking over and smiling at me. His evil, stupid, ugly, disrepectful -- Crap! I've ripped my paper! And here comes the teacher! So much for lucky rabbit foot!

Mr. Dowlinson. Ahh...so much I could say about him. But I'll make it short. Stuffy, rude, arrogant, fat...and he's my evil lit. teacher. If only I could get a good teacher for lit.

"Mrs. Lingal what do you have there?"

I looked at my wripped paper:

I walked along the road. My pulse beat in my heart raced in my chest. I screamed as I turned the corner. Him, again. I can't stand being him!

I had been venting about my problems with Alex. The evil, rude, mean...I wasn't actually planning to show anyone.

"Ah, a note is it? Shall we read it to the class?"

I quickly read over what I wrote again. Deciding it is innocent enough to an outsider, I glance at Mr. Dowlinson and say, "Sure. I was thinking of using it to start a story."

By now I'm lying through my teeth. "I've been working on it for a while, but the beginning sucked, so I was fixing it." Thinking about my story and what I have just written, I realize that maybe it would make a better beginning than what I have. It looks like my lie might become a truth.g

"Well then, if it's for you story, then why don't you read it to the class yourself?"

I gulp. Maybe this isn't working out so well. I am absolutly terrified of presenting anything at all to a group of people any size. I know that my teacher is serious though, so I take a deep breath and start to say the first word.

"If I ever see his face again..." I felt my throat dry up and nervous sweat start to trickle down my neck.
Okay I know this sounds lame, but I fainted. Yes, I did. He looked right at me, and I fainted. I swear he's going to get it.

Mr. Dowlinson didn't have to wait long for me to come back into reality. I don't pass out for very long. They told me I was out for about two minutes. He offered to get me to the nurse. Lucky me.

I tried to insist that I could get there by myself, by Mr. Dowlinson wouldn't let me. He thought I might faint again. So I was forced to be escorted to the nurse by him, Alex Thatcher.

It wasn't that bad though, until I stumbled on somebody's book that had been left smack dab in the middle of the hallway. He grabbed my elbow to support me, and he wouldn't let go because he thought that I had stumbled beacause of my recent fainting episode.
I tried to pull my elbow away from him, but he held on tight. Then I did something stupid: I glared at him. He saw the venom in my eyes clearly, and looked shocked. "Geez," he said, "Sorry. Are you mad at me or something?"
Clearly I was, but he didn't need to know that.

"Umm...no, sorry. Just annoyed that you won't let me do things on my own."

He gave me a funny look, but said no more on the subject.

It was then that I considered him. Had he changed at all? Was I so obsessed by how he had been in my earlier years that I was blind to him now? As soon as these thoughts flashed through my mind, I shrugged it away. Alex was Alex. And I hated him.

Still looking at me strangely, he led me to the nurser's office. I couldn't help noticing that he wasn't actually as ugly as I thought from up close, but I shrugged it away. He opened the door for me, and I glared at him before storming in.
I saw a quick flash of his face before the door slammed shut. Hurt, confusion...Am I really that bad as to never forgive him? Why can't I let go? I was just that one time...But once is enough. He did it, there's no going back.

"What's wrong?" The nurse flashed her best fake smile at me. I didn't say anything.

Stepping inside, still looking a bit hurt, Alex decided that he needed to take control. "Lianna fainted in English class today," he informed.

The nurse widened her eyes. "Oh, dear!" She gasped, and I sighed. Could we get past all the dramatics, please?

"It's no big deal," I muttered. "I'm fine. Can I just go back to class now?"

"Oh, but of course not!" The nurse tisked. "You must go home, if you fainted!"

I was about to protest when suddenly the idea appealed to me. I would love to go home and miss the rest of school. Especially since I wouldn't have to be around him.

"Yes- please let me go home," I pretended to speak weakly, my voice faint. I made an act of sinking to the chair and breathing heavily. It was pretty cheesy in my opinion, but the nurser, of course, fell for it.

"Hold in there, honey, while I call your parents," she buttered me up.

"Call my dad's house," I told her. "My mom is out of town."

The nurse nodded and picked up the phone. I shot a glance at Alex. He was frowning and looking at me suspiciously. Was he not fooled by my act?

Whatever. Maybe he's just smarter than I gave him credit for.

I sighed and thought about how everything with Alex had happened.

He was, as I had already been thinking about today, mean to me from the start. He was always taking my stuff and teasing me, all through elementary school. As we got older though, it wasn't so bad. He got a little bit less obnoxious every year. By the end of 7th grade, I was almost ready to forgive him. He had been leaving me alone all year.

Throughout the summer, I saw him a decent amount; our town is very small and there aren't many places to hang out. After a while he began to occasionally talk to me even. By the end of the summer, I was head over heals for him. That was probably the biggest mistake of my life.

Oh my gawd, he actually asked me to the prom. What am I going to do?!? I can't go with him. That would just be wrong. I can't let him know that my heart flutters every time he looks at me. He might get the wrong idea. What am I going to do?

I never thought there was anything to do. And now, i had always thought he'd forgotten all about it. Apparently not.

My friends have all tried to convince me that he's liked me for half of forever. I refused to believe it, refused to forget what he did to me.

They tell me that it was kindergarten, and i should forget all about it. Like that's so easy to do with a memory like mine. I can't forget a thing, even if i tried.

And besides, kindergarten is where you get all your first impressions from, and then again in middle school where you meet poeple you've never seen before in your life. i remember it well, Alex made absolutely sure i was miserable at the beginning, but started to lay off a bit after my friends had a stern talking to him.

They say a boy teases you when he likes you. To me, that makes no sense. If they tease you and act like they hate you, then you will distance yourself from them, and when they finally ask you out, you say no. When they ask why, your answer is simply, "Because you were mean to me,"

That's my see on it, anyway, and if you think about it, it kind of makes sense. My friends agree that they never learn.

I wondered if Alex will ever learn, but shoved the thought away. Of course he will never learn. He's stupid, and I hate him.