Dear Love, I Hate You

2021·1.57 MB·english

by  Greenwood

Copyright © 2021 by Eliah Greenwood
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ISBN: 978-1-7776223-1-2
Editing by One Love Editing
First printing edition 2021
Reality Survivor Publishing (Eliah Greenwood)
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Epilogue
I Need Your Help
Also by Eliah Greenwood
About the Author
Acknowledgments
- Secrets And Lies - Ruelle
- River – Bishop Briggs
- I Need You To Hate Me – JC Stewart
- Out Of My League – Fitz And The Tantrum
- A little Bit Yours – JP Saxe
For anyone with dirty little secrets…
May you find someone who deserves your confession.
Warning: This book contains topics which may be triggering to
some readers (talks of suicide, undescriptive sexual assault,
foul language, and graphic mature scenes) Please proceed with
caution.
Please note that mistakes in the prologue were made intentionally.
Dear Ms. Callahan…
You’re an asshole.
Knew it from the first time I walked into your class at the
beginning of senior year. There. I said it. You. Are. An. Asshole.
And not the “she’s nice once you get to know her” asshole.
You’re the human equivalent of stepping into a puddle with
socks on.
I wouldn’t be surprised if you spent your evenings bathing in
hell fire, trying to come up with new ways to make your
students suffer. Seriously, what’s your thought process like?
“Twenty pages on poetry? Great idea! Giving high schoolers
less than forty-eight hours to read the book and turn the paper
in? Even better!”
Now, before I proceed with my rant, I’d like to apologize (not
really) for any mistake I might make in this letter that your never
going to get. Can’t really be bothered with grammar right now.
You see, I’m in a bit of a time crunch between trying to graduate
high school, score a once in a life time scholarship so I can get
the F out of this town, playing chauffeur to my prodigy sibling
and being a full-time disappointment to my mom.
Oh, and don’t forget the twenty pages.
Who needs sleep, right?
Sure, “technically”, I’m to blame for getting stuck with this
poetry book, but how the heck was I supposed to know the one
time I’d get sick and miss English lit would be the time you’d let
us pick the book for the essay that’s worth fifty percent?
Granted, I would’ve been stuck with a boring book either way,
(You didn’t exactly have thrilling options lined up) but you
didn’t have to do us dirty like that.
You must think I’m crazy. I promise you I’m not. I’m actually a
pretty decent person when I’m not calling middle-aged women
Satan. In my defense, my therapist says writing down my
feelings will help me cope.
So, what if I called u an asshole? So, what if I’m sitting here, in
the library, wasting my time writing a hate letter to a teacher
who can never remember my name when I’m already running
late?
It’s not like anyone is ever going to read this anyway.
I’m realizing this letter is a bit all over the place, so let me
summarize it for you.