I have this one
enemy,
who I hate so much.
I don't talk to her
during clases;
I avoid her during lunch.
She hated me,
I hated her;
we both hated each other.
I've done
no bad to her,
she's done
no bad to me,
but we just didn't mix,
and that
was clear.
I don't know
why I hate her so much,
but to me,
she always looked like
a bad image.
That was all until
my math teacher did something
against my will.
She sat us together;
my enemy and me.
I didn't think that I'd get through
that class,
but I did...
barely.
The next day
I hated my enemy even more
than ever before.
I hated her so much
I wanted her
to go straight
to hell.
But soon
something changed;
I'm not sure what,
but I could tell.