If You Hate Me, Hate Me, If You Love Me, Tell Me

About Natasha, a girl bullied for her good looks, her bright blue eyes and long strawberry blonde hair. Until she meets Joey, a tall thin boy with long brown hair and almost black eyes. The boy all the girls love. Then, when it seems like it might get better, the tunnel closes and the light disappears.


4. When the going gets tough

I just have to get tougher. It's always the same story. People feel sorry for me, and then turn against me. A lethal circle.


I was surprised Joey felt sorry for me. Nobody ever does. I bet if my parents knew they would just tell me to man up. I would tell them I'm not a man just to change the subject. I finished Joey's tour and at the end of the day I went to walk home.

"Wait! Tasha?"

"What do you want now?"

"I was just wondering, do you want a lift home?" He asked so sweetly

"Don't you understand?" I shouted at him. "I'm a freak, an alien. Somebody nobody should go near. I don't know why they paired me up with you. Just go, stay as far away from me as possible!" I walked off


"But what? But I don't care, but you're pretty? I've heard them all before, just leave me alone"

"No, that is not what I wa going to say. I was just trying to be nice, ok? But that doesn't seem to work on you. But then, it works on normal pretty girls, just like you say"

His words hurt. I don't know why, I hardly knew this guy, but his words hurt. I watched him walk towards his motorbike before walking out the gates towards my house.

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