SnowFlakes

"Can you please put up some Christmas decorations this year? your getting a new neighbour. I don't
need him leaving because you hate Christmas," My landlord begged, he was just in it for the money.
He didn't care about how much I hated Christmas, nor did he care for his new 'customer' he
called it, just his money.

"No, I don't like Christmas and I don't care about my new neighbours needs or wants. I only
care about mine. Now good bye and if you knock on my door once more about this bullshit, I'll
knock your teeth out," I grumbled, I hated him with such a passion. I think I must have hated him
more than Christmas

I hated Christmas not because I never got one, but because I just find it annoying. All the lights and
joy, it wasn't my thing. My parents were always into Christmas, maybe just a little too much. Maybe
I'm just different from my parents. A lot of children take after their parents, but not me. I actually
kind of hated them, not because they were bad parents but because we're opposites: and opposites
never go good together.



A couple days later I decided was the day to hang my Halloween decorations outside. I started with
the windows, adding skulls and bones, I splatted blood all over them. Adding a couple hand
prints to give it more of an affect. After all that I headed outside, adding the scariest of
decorations, bones crawling out of graves, cobwebs in the trees, this ugly witch that gives me
nightmares. I added a couple more decorations before heading back inside, thoughts of my new
neighbour popped in my head as I fell asleep.