Listen to it instead!
Ever since 3rd Grade when he told me that my beloved paper-mache dog looked like a pig covered in its own poop, I have hated Simon Owens. Yes, I know hate is a strong word, but the torment I suffered from him for the rest of elementary school and most of middle school deserves the word.
I hate him.
You might be wondering, Danielle, what’s bringing this up? Surely you’re still not this mad at this boy for a childhood folly?
Yes, I am.