Riley Jones

I hated her.

I hated looking at her.

I hated the way that she laughed. Her nose would always crinkle up and the wrinkles around her eyes would expose themselves. Sometime she would laugh so hard that she would have to put her hand over her mouth to stop the fit of giggles.

Oh how that bugged me.

I hated the oversized vintage sweaters that she would get from thrift shops. Most of them were so large that they fell just a few inches above her knees. It looked she was being consumed by her clothes.

I hated how she constantly chain smoked. One fag after another. She always smelt like cigerattes, which I hated. I swear she even tasted like tobacco; that bitter awful taste always lingered on my tongue.

Eew.

I just really fucking hate Riley Jones.