Hatred is one of the most difficult emotions for me to hide or even mask. I guess being in a family of essay writers dooms you to be expressive to the point of being transparent. So yeah, people pretty much know whenever I cannot stand someone else's custom essay company, except for the person itself.

The most recent target of hatred is this vapid former cheerleader back in our hometown trying to steal my longtime boyfriend. You see, my beau was a dorky guy in a garage band who worshipped the ground that Miss Vapid Cheerleader here walks on until she tramples on his heart by standing him up at prom. Now that he is all grown up and looking mighty fine in his indie rocker glory, that girl tries to make nice to him when we came back home for the holidays. It is a good thing that he knows better, but that would not stop me from hating her.

I really can't wait until next year. All I want to see from her face is regret. Sheer regret. Man, I could really be awful when I want to. LOL!