Things That I Hate

Bad Childhood Memories

Why do I have to be scarred for life because of something that happened when I was only eight years old? I wish I could just choose what to remember and leave other memories behind.

Frenemies

I hate when I don’t know if someone is my friend or my enemy. One minute they have my back and the next they’re avoiding me. I wish they would just make up their minds and stop playing games!

Money

Money changes people. It’s the reason why people don’t have homes. Why can’t the whole world cost a dollar?

Homework

I really don’t like homework. I mean, we come to school—isn’t that enough? I just don’t see what the point of doing homework is. And the worst thing is when a teacher gives you homework on Friday and it’s due on Monday—then you have to do your homework on the weekend. It’s just a waste of time!

Having a Guy As a Friend

I hate it when I have a guy friend and then one of my regular friends starts to like him and now I can’t hang out with him anymore, ’cause my other friend thinks I’m trying to steal him.

Pillows That Aren't Fluffed

Here I am trying to go to sleep and my pillow goes flat, so I fluff it, but it doesn’t poof up. I was tired, so I didn’t realize at first that it was just a pillow case, BUT STILL.

No Official Language

I hate when people in the U.S. say to speak English because it’s their language. Are you stupid? America doesn’t have an official language.

That One Song

Every night, I listen to my iPod until my parents tell me to go to sleep, and the song that I stop on is the one song on my iPod that I absolutely hate. So when I turn it off, it keeps repeating in my head.

Not Being Athletic or Specially Gifted in Any Way

I’ve tried so many things: swimming, dance, gymnastics, softball, basketball, acting, academic triathlon, art classes… I’m not specially gifted at a single one. I hear these great stories about gifted kids, why can’t I just be one of them?

Sisters Who Feel the Need to Prove They’re Better then You

I have a twin sister, and today I asked her if I could borrow a pair of shorts that don’t fit her anymore. She said I could if she could wear a nice belt I just bought for myself that I had previously made clear I didn’t want to share. I asked why she wanted to wear that one when she had a belt that looked almost identical. She responded with “I don’t care about the belt I just need to show you that I can take whatever I want from you.”