Easy To Hate One That morning I found a hand-written Valentine’s letter in my locker, but there was no signature. I look around to see if anyone is acting suspicious and looking at me. No one…? My heart was racing…I was never really into love but…it is the day before Valentine’s, it wouldn’t hurt to be a bit lovey-dovey…right? I walk to my form while reading it, trying to figure out if the handwriting is familiar. I get to form and sit down and right as I do that my friend Tori runs up to me and pulls a chair over. We have every class together. “What’s that? Love letter? Who?! When did ya get it?!”, she speeds through every question. “Tori…chill. I found it in my locker, I don’t know who put it there. I found it this morning.” I tell her the details as I try to figure things out myself. I’m not even popular…who would like me? It’s probably a prank. “Cute….Do ya like them back?” I stare at her with the “Girl…are you serious” kinda look. “I don’t even know who this kid is…I guess it depends once we find out.” I look around at everyone, then back at the note. It’s gotta be someone I know…right? I’m in a group of boys most of the time so I sit and think about how they act towards me. The bell rings, Tori sits down next to me. Oh yeah, my name is Olivia Spring, Tori and my group of friends call me Ollie or Olive…kinda just stuck with me, I guess. I think you should know that I make up a lot of things in my head…then overthink it. I like sleeping and I like to blog. Victoria Allen, or as I call her, Tori, is probably my best friend right now. Whether this matters or not, Tori has long purple hair, she dyed it in year 6. I’ve noticed that it would draw a lot of attention to you, that's probably why she's popular. She has a lot of Instagram followers. I could never. The teacher starts calling for attendance. I look back at the cringe love note, “Love doesn’t make the world go round, love is what makes the ride worthwhile!”...ew. “That's cringe…Looks like something Ari would write, does it not?” She snickers. “Kinda. He’s really romantically awkward like that…I would know.” I say while I let my mind wander off. Ari Laurent is my childhood best friend, he kinda started bullying me in year 3. He became friends with some of the popular kids and…all that happened. Sometimes I see sadness or a pain in his eyes when he’s mean to me. He hasn't done anything lately. It’s a possibility that it’s him. I wouldn’t know. It’s not like I pay attention to him in my free time.
Two I stare at him as he starts to banter with his desk mates before form starts getting serious and quiet. “Someones dozing off~” Tori teases. I act like I don’t hear her but she keeps nagging at me. “I don’t like him, Tori. He’s not even that cute. There’s no way it’s Ari.” Seriousness seems to take little to no importance to her in this conversation. “You don’t like him? Ooh! Wait! You fancy him~” I roll my eyes at Tori. I suddenly look back at Ari to see that he’s looking at me this time. Tori makes her annoying presence known. “He’s looking at you…Ollie! Look away! It’ll be more romantic that way.” I turn and look at her. “What makes you think I want this to be romantic, Tori. I said I don’t even fancy anyone. What's with the fuss? I. Don’t. Like. Him.” I cut my words to make myself somewhat more clear. She sits in disappointment. “Why do you always have to be so pessimistic, Olivia…Huh? You’re never looking at things from a better perspective.” She whines. “Sometimes the better perspective is the pessimistic side of everything…” I utter as I look back at Ari. Why would anyone like him…well, actually…I can see why someone would like him. Ari and I make eye contact again. He smiles but he obviously hesitated in the process. I smile back. Maybe, if it were him, things wouldn’t be so bad. “Oh! Hey, Ollie! Here’s my birthday invite! I’m having a big party tomorrow! Dress valentines-y! That's the theme since my birthday is on Valentines Day. Ari will be there~” She hands me the invite while gesturing to how big the party will be with a huge grin on her face. This girl…I love her but she never stops. Heh. “Ugh…fine. I’m only going because you’re my best friend.” I roll my eyes with a smile on my face. The teacher begins teaching and we start to quiet down. I’m looking at the board as I have this feeling I’m being stared at. My eyes automatically go to Ari. He’s looking at me but quickly, he looks away. A small smile seems to form on my face. Hm…love. What is it really? You say “I love you” to your parents but…is that just because you feel obligated to or do you really love them? Is this love…? My heart beats faster. Do I…love Ari? I feel like I want the note to be from him. He looks back. Our eyes lock, he then starts to write something down. He drops it and slides it to me from the floor. My heart beats even more. I pick it up and read it. “Did you see my note in your locker, Olive?” HE CALLED ME OLIVE!? He hasn't called me that in a minute. So it was him. Tori nudges my shoulder. I look over to see her smiling at me. I’m a bit sweaty because of how nervous I am. I write back “Yeah. I did. You just joking with me or….are you asking me to Tori’s dance with you…?” I drop it and look around to see if anyone is locked in and ready to snitch on us. I quickly slid it across the floor to him. He picks it up. https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/972903464 Chapters 3/4^^^^^^^^^^ (idk how to make it blue but just right click if you're on mouse and double click if on keypad. If you're on phone, hold then drag.) < I think
