Dear God,
"You're a failure." Were some of her first words to me.
She was like the annoying piece of gum that got stuck to your shoe and never came off.
"You're a failure and there's no denying it. You want to be the best all the time but life isn't about winning." Her words hit my pride.
I sighed.
"If I had a chance to kill you or let you live, I'd probably kill you right about now." I said to her and I didn't miss the flicker of hurt in her eyes.
"Now, shut the fuck up. You think you have life figured out? Well ms. non believing bitch, you don't. Life isn't about your stupid statements and stuck up attitude so suck a dick!"
I screamed while throwing the book I was holding at the wall right beside her face.
She didn't seem shocked. She didn't sound shocked.
"See, life isn't about winning. Life is about feeling. Life is about experiencing." She giggled while I seethed through my teeth.
And I noticed, my shoe had been packed with that annoying gum.
