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I Hate Everything About You
"Why are you even here?" The little boy smirked, brushing his overzealous curls out of his eyes. His dimples showed in both cheeks, proud of himself for torturing me so effectively. The group of kids behind him all laughed along, shaking their heads as i frowned deeply.
"I wanted to play," I looked at the ground, my chin quivering slightly. They all just laughed more, the little boy leading them in their joy.
"You're so weird, get away from us!" The dimpled boy named Harry squealed, turning his back on me and plopping down in the sandbox. One of the other kids threw a handful of dirt in my direction, the sand hardly reaching the tips of my shoes.
"Good one!" Harry called, high-fiving the laughing boy as he sat down next to Harry. "Go away, Natalie!"
So i went and sat in the corner, hating Harry Styles more than any second grader should hate anyone.
