I Hate You More

by Alexandra Moody

“Yes, I read,” he admitted, walking over and sitting on the bed near me. “Although I much prefer actual books to that Kindle you’re always carting around.” “Hey, don’t diss the Kindle.”

Don't diss the kindle!

“Actually, there is a boy, but I’m not sure about him.” “How so?” Grandma asked. “Well, we’ve never really gotten along, and he irritates me like crazy, but when I get close to him, I think I want to kiss him.” Cora grinned. “That’s how all the best relationships start.”

I thought I’d grown used to it, but I’d come to realize there was nothing pleasant about pleasant people at all. It was some horrible combination of acting nice but without any soul.