Today means more to me than any other in my writing journey. This is the day we aren't talking about my book, but we're fighting against what inspired it. We're talking about hate - how we experience it, are wounded by it, inflict it. Today me and some really cool friends are working to #StoptheHate. We want to silence #EveryUglyWord.
This is your chance to be part of a positive voice, to add your story, your experience to the conversation.
My story starts this way:
HATE BREEDS By Aimee L. Salter
I’ve always been a writer. I’ve always been a story-teller. When I was young, writing was a blessing to me. An escape.
Except for the time that it wasn’t.
I was walking by the English block on warm afternoon, right towards the end of lunch. I can still remember the smell of sun on cement in the second before a girl a year younger than me opened a window and leaned out, her face bright with glee.
“I swear on my grave that I’m in love with you!” she called as I passed.
I turned my back, kept walking, pretended I had no idea what she meant. But the words jangled in my head, reminding me of one of those stupid notes I’d written a few months earlier – for no one’s eyes but mine – and zipped into a tiny pocket on one of my bags. It really was a tiny pocket. Looked like it was just for show. Surely no one had found it?
My heart raced. No.
Not even possible.
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