"Hate. It's a word common among this world. Teenagers complaining that they hate this type of music or that person who only a week before had been a close friend. Hate is thrown around like a hot potato. Has anyone ever stopped to think about what hate really is? Has no one felt the stab of pain when a peer says, "I hate you," even knowing that their friend is joking? Has the word lost all meaning or has it been adapted for a certain purpose at a certain time? Is the boy crying wolf when he tells his sister that he hates her but not when he says the same about a true belief of dislike?"
Alex paused in her reading. She looked at the page, tears in her eyes, her lips retracing the word over and over again. Choking back sobs, the girl laid down her unused pen next to her diary. The diary flipped closed, several years old with an unbroken spine and perfect pages.
She'd received it as a gift for her thirteenth birthday, yet unaffected by inspiration, many years had passed before she'd thoug