I Hate Sand Novels & Stories

Why do I even get A's? I fastened my pace as anger poured through me leaving the two idiots. I don't care anymore. Ugh. I hate my life. I hate how crappy I am. I hate how stupid I am. I hate the weather. The weather seems to feel my swirling emotions right now. I looked up and saw how cloudy it was. I think it might rain. "Oh, what a shitty coincidence! if it isn't Kenny" A female voice said. I looked down and saw a smiling Daniella Sparks. Smiling, as if nothing happened yesterday. As if she didn't yell at me. As if she didn't call me garbage. As if she and James didn't kiss in front of me.

I took them and started walking. " Where are you going holding my Sandals??" " To throw them in the trash can... " " What ???" " Yes... " " Why ?? Don't even think about it. They are my favourite. " " They caused pain. " " Shubh, no... Give them to me. " " No, I hate them. " I was going when she tried to snatch from me. But all in vain. She tried again but could not take them from me.

"Don't take it easy on me. I've always taken pride in being one of those people, the kind that don't judge, that just accept people as they are, but I'm a complete hypocrite!" "Stop pacing, the sand ants might get you." Zane crossed his arms and yawned, while I started jumping into the air and slamming my feet against the sand in an effort to kill them all. "Or you could just scare them, so they willingly sacrifice their lives via a flip-flop earthquake." "Are they on me? Are any on me?" I screamed running around in a circle while trying to shake the sand out of my clothes. "Yeah, like five hundred. We may have to burn your clothes. Well, sorry to say this, Fallon, but you need to strip."

“Three…” Blood ran down Leo’s chin, mixing with his saliva, pooling at his collar. “You talk now,” Sandro said, “or I’ll make a necklace out of the rest.” Leo trembled, chest heaving, but still… that damned smile returned. “I already told you—I don’t regret it.” Sandro exhaled slowly. “You know what I hate most?” he whispered. “Men who think they’re untouchable.” He stood and opened the jar of writhing insects. Inside were soldier termites and a black scorpion, its tail twitching with venom.

I faced him, and my chest felt like it was about to explode with rage. "What a jerk you are! I don't mind if I don't get a grade! I would never want to work with a jerk like you!" I couldn't stop myself from slapping him because I was irritated, and my hand moved spontaneously towards his face. His eyes widened as he saw what I did. He didn't expect that from me. I didn't wait for him to say anything; instead, I turned and ran out of the classroom. Speaking causes him pain. He's going to treat me like a dog just because I'm poor? What a jerk! Kian, I'm furious with you! You're absolutely nothing!

I bawled my eyes out till they became crimson red. “Let me make tea for you. It would calm your nerves.” Sandra said and left for the kitchen. There was a knife on the table, close to where I sat on the couch. “I'd just cut off this excess skin,” I sobbed, drawing the knife closer to me. “I hate my body.” If I carved away the excess flesh, maybe Joey would finally stop hating me. Maybe mom would smile at me for once, and Adrian may come back. “Trust me, your body isn't the reason your family hates you. Those people are just idiots.” Sandra returned and placed a mug containing hot brewing tea in front of me.

“Let’s remind her where she belongs!” Their excitement is sickening. Laughter rings out like it’s a game. Eggs rain down in angry arcs. Some scoop sand into the broken shells and launch them again. The sand sticks to my skin, clings to my lashes. The yolk drips into my dress. It’s everywhere. “Please!” I cry. “Please stop! I didn’t do anything. I’m telling the truth—why won’t you believe me?” But they don’t stop. They don’t hear me.

Brittany said as she looked at me with pout. Sounds as ridiculous as your pout! "Whatever I don't care! Let's go." I said as I wiped her lipstick that was smudge over my lips. ____________________ ~ Sometimes I just hate to love you I'm doin' time but I don't mind I'll be just fine Sometimes I just hate to love you I'm doin' time but I don't mind I'll be just fine Sometimes I just hate to love you Oh oh uh oh Oh oh uh oh Oh oh uh oh

Harmattan came so fast this year. The wind kept on blowing dusts around. The weather was cold, my lips kept getting dry and I licked it at intervals. Sandra and I were taking a public transport to her parents home, Alex was already there waiting for us. "A lip gloss will help out than you licking it every seconds," Sandra said, glaring at me. I chuckled softly, watching her closely, one thing I noticed was that this lady keeps getting beautiful each day.

It wasn't hard to tell given she was always doing her best anyway. 'Oh, I’ll kill that stupid little sister of mine,’ Sandra said to herself as she fisted her fingers again. Scarlet was always ruining her life in ways more than one and now she had sent her stupid application to the house of Marshall, of all the places? Goodness that woman seemed to love making Sandra miserable and Sandra wanted to give her a taste of her medicine. But Sandra knew she's the one with a lot to lose. Oh but if only she didn't have a man that needed treatment, Sandr could have already bashed her sister's face in, that woman was irritable as fuck and giving Sandra a lot of anger issues. She really was a pro at wha