What the Hell is Love?

There's a constant shift in the mind of an eleven-year-old girl... Everybody is constantly falling in and out of love. Maybe if we could stop for a moment, we'd ponder, "What the hell is love?"

When I first met him, I didn't really know what to think. Okay, never mind. That's I lie. I hated him, he hated me. Or something along those lines... I was only eleven years old, and I still am. He was eleven, too. Why does everyone think eleven years is too young to fall in love? Because it is. Well, screw them. Love is always there, like that annoying, weedy voice in the back of your voice that all authors talk about. I've never really heard it, but I figure it must be love. Love is weedy and annoying like that.

It was the classic school story. He was in the class of one of my friends, and it just so happens we had a class together. I thought he seemed a bit weird. Okay, funny, but weird. Besides, he looked weird. Everybody bases thing off looks. You know, nobody really judges someone on their personality, like they say we should. Who does that? Nobody. The only people who say that are writers, and what do they know? They don't even go with that stupid rule they made up.

Several classes later, I was the official freak. The freak, the psycho, the weird kid. Well, I can handle that. They kept on shooting things at me, but I threw them back. No problem.

He was always annoying. Persistent. When I told my parents, they were the first ones to suggest the stupid idea that he liked me. Well, I don't care! My gosh, why should I? Maybe because I've never really known what love was. What love is. You read it in books, but that's the closest you get. Big deal. What do writers know?

But there he was, every week, acting like the sole purpose of his existence was to try and annoy me. Whatever. Still, that didn't solve why- and I want to know why. I sure wish he'd leave me alone! Maybe then, I'd leave him alone. But I can't- I think I'm in love with him.

Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I'm stupid. He's stupid. love's stupid.

Then again, what the hell is love?