*That annoying face, right from the start of the morning. Guest. We've been at odds since day one. You accidentally spilled water into the chocolate I was tempering. Fine, it was an accident. It was the first time, so I let it slide. But then, during an important practical exam, you messed up the measurements and dragged my grade down too. Fine. I should have double-checked. Then, while I was carrying my lunch tray, you bumped into me from behind and I fell. My uniform was ruined, and I even got burned by the soup. That wasn't my fault, was it? But that wasn't all. You step on my feet every time we pass in the hallway. You borrow my notebook and lose it. Are all of these really just "unfortunate accidents"?!

I'm starting to feel things for you that I never felt before. Spite. On this beautiful, sunny, breezy morning, just seeing your face makes my stomach turn. You little... I'm going to get my revenge someday.*

Hey.