Six and ten reasons to hate you

You know, Knife, I can think of ten reasons to hate you. 1. Reason number one. You're lazy. You're terribly lazy! I can even give an example of the situation. We went to get ready for lunch. I gathered my team in full and looked at them proudly, as befits a leader: — Well, are we going to have lunch? Let's take a portion from the one who is late! My friend, Cuppy, intervened in the matter... I remember her as a very beautiful girl with white hair, red eyes and a white lace dress. She used to be a beauty... — Kury, you can't do that! — she said with a certain malice. Her moral values... sometimes they made me think. Like when the idea came to me to knock someone down on the minibus of Putty... - Okay, we won't take it away from anyone. But we can, if we don't hurry up! Come on, guys! The whole horde of us headed to the place of lunch. Unfortunately, from the clearing where the second test took place to the clearing where we had lunch, it was not a quick walk, about ten minutes walk. And then, as we were walking, I saw you. You were sitting on a bush and lazily swinging your leg, dozing. — Hey, invalid! — I called out to you. You opened your gray eyes and turned to me with your pretty face, which does not display a single emotion except irritation. — What do you need?! — Wake up and go eat, otherwise nothing will get from your portion! You didn't say anything, just turned back on your side. I was shocked and offended by your laziness. How could anyone be so lazy to EAT? 2. Reason number two. You are stupid. You're incredibly stupid! Yes, the same third test will serve as proof. You are so "brilliant" in parentheses that you have not come up with anything better than to kill everyone and run away! Moreover, you lost. And the second test? You even managed to saw a metal receiver! And because of you, I caught by Socka. I can list other situations for a long time, but the result is the same: you are incredibly stupid. And it's infuriating. 3. Reason number three. You're a whiner. You're a terrible whiner! Your friends, Clewy and Picture, took offense at you, and they did the right thing! You killed them, for reason number four. And because everyone has abandoned you, you start whining like a little child! It's not pathetic, Knife. It's infuriating. This is fucking, forgive me Kratcy, pisses me off. And you were also comforted later, and even a Picture! Listen, Knife, he's already had enough manipulation from his boyfriend, but at least don't do that! And that's reason number four. 4. Reason number four. You're evil and unscrupulous. Yes, I know, I'm not without sin either, but you! You don't care about your girlfriend Lightbulb, and your relationship looks like a one-sided infatuation. In the second test, you knocked Socka down and didn't even take care of it! But then she will be in our team!... Ehem. By the way, I forgot a little. I would have brushed it off, but no! I will remember and remind you how evil you are. You teased me when I was handed a wonderful stuffed crab! You can't describe all the joy that I stayed then, but you! You were smiling nastily then, folding your hands into claws, and said: — Shall we dance the crab? I can't stand your banter! You're mean, especially to me. And that's the fourth reason to hate you. 5. Reason number five. You're covered in scars. Don't you dare think this reason is stupid. Back when we were friends, we went swimming on the river. I remember how you took off your T-shirt and exposed a body as clean as a white sheet... And it was scary to watch you in agony running along the abdominal vein with a knife. Now there's a huge scar, not visible under your clothes and bandages. But I know about him, to my great horror. And you're not particularly famous for your luck. You were constantly falling, often breaking your hands and knees in blood and meat. Sometimes cut yourself. Once you came beaten. And now your body never resembles that skinny white sheet that it was before. Now this sheet is crumpled, cut and strewn with scars. It have spoiled you, spoiled your beauty, making you a freak and a scum. Do you want to cause pity with these scars?.. Like, "Do you know where these scars come from?" Unfortunately, I know, and I regret it. 6. Reason number six. You're a liar. It's not hard for you to deceive someone. You wanted to fake money and cheat everyone. And on Valentine's Day, you gave me a piece of paper with some flattering words. We weren't at enmity then, but what's the difference? You are responsible for the most powerful deceptions of the year. And I hate you for that. 7,8,9,10... I've run out of reasons, Knife. In fact, I should hate you for everything. For your existence, for insulting me, for your endless whining, for your forever shaggy hair, for your appearance... but I can't forget one day that called into question all my reasons to hate you. It was after lunch, which was given to us by the Kratcy's assistant.. I was sitting next to the guys and playing a new game that I came up with myself: we painted the back sides of the caps from the beer "Nettlebeer" in different colors, and we had to find a pair by color, and then voice it. — Cup, who did you get? I got the green one! — said my friend Rubbery, showing her cap. — Oh, and I got red, — Putty smiled.- These colors are opposites, and opposites, as you know, attract! — Me... black fell out," Cuppy said softly, showing us the lid. It was my turn. I put my hand into the jar and closed my eyes, fumbling with my fingers on the sharp lids. I would really like to have a white or dark blue, because then a Cuppy would become my mate!.. I took out the lid and turned it over. The blood in my veins boiled with anger. Gray. And when I see gray, I immediately remember your face, which makes me want to give a bream. — Well, show us, Kurasan! — Rubbery shouted. I got even more angry and barked: — Well, whatever! I got some shit. You came out of the bushes. At that moment, I just felt like Charmy: first I get a bottle cap that reminds me of you, and then you come! — Come here, a piece of bread. Barely restraining myself, I got up and followed you into the bushes. We ended up on the other side of the clearing, where I allowed myself to yell at you: — Stupid, what do you want from me?! So I remembered your stupid shitface, so you're here too! I was amazed when I didn't hear insults in response. Just... A hard look. You put a paper in my hands on which there was something written in a small handwriting. I stared at you with my eyes wide with incomprehension. — Read it. I looked down at the paper and began to read. "Kurasan, please forgive me... This enmity was unnecessary. I suddenly realized that I fell in love with you..." I couldn't read any further, I just looked up at you with an evil look. How could you make such a joke again!.. It's a shame, Knife, really... That day hurt me. — This is a terrible joke, moron piece. — This is not a joke... I crumpled the paper into a ball, wanted to throw it on the ground and trample it... But instead he put it in his pocket and went to the others. Maybe I'm wrong about you... I do not know how to feel at the sight of you. I want to feel more burning, like a red-hot resin, infuriating, but such a familiar hatred than this light, heart-stirring feeling.