How "Hate Alex Day" came to be
Not so long ago in a dorm room not so far away, there lived a boy named Alex. Alex was never like by all that many people, and even the ones that were his “friends” deep down inside they wished to see him burnt at the stake. One day the waste of space Alex was walking to class when he saw his roommate Erik. “Hey man!” Alex said in the general direction of Erik. All that was replied was the extension of a single finger, and a single word was said, “Fag”. It was a word that Alex had become to hear all too often. His thoughts were cut short by a sudden sharp pain on his neck. He looked around just in time to be shot in the forehead by Tipton with an air soft gun for a second time. “Nearg!” yelled Tipton as he continued on his daily run. A tear was starting to swell up in the corner of the rat bastards’ eye. All of a sudden Alex saw his long time friend Mark. “Man I’m having the worse day of my life.” Alex said to Mark, as Mark continued to lurch in closer and closer. As Mark got within an arms reach he took Alex by the shoulders and hurled him at the nearby tree. “I could care less how your day is going! I hate you Alex Munchiando, I hate you!” Said Mark calmly as he continued on his way. The fag could take it no longer, as he fell to his knee’s and started screaming up towards the gods. “Why does everyone hate me? Why God, Why!” When all of a sudden the clouds in the skies parted and God himself showed brightly on the dark day. God had on a pair of Oaklies along with a cigar in his mouth. “What in my name are you screaming about, my failed creation!” God boomed won to Alex. Alex could do nothing but mumbled the sentence, “Why does everybody hate me?” God replied with a sentence that Alex had been hearing his entire life, “Stop mumbling! You bumbling fool!” God then continued to use Alex’s head as an ashtray. It was at this point that Alex began to understand why he was treated so poorly. “Do you hate me God?” Alex said to the ever powerful God. “You better believe I hate you. I hate you so much that I think about striking you down with my power of smite every single day.” Alex then knew what he had to do, to attempt to cure all this hatred towards him. “I will have a day, but once a year, where all who know me and even those who don’t can’t express their hatred they feel towards me. This way they will vent their anger, and be nice to me the rest of the year!” God merely shook his head, but not wanting to listen to the worse creation in the history of time, he told Alex something to shut him up. “This idea may work, but never forget my words to you. I hate you, you and your stupid hate with that ugly mold on your chin, I hope for your death every day.” Alex could do nothing but smile, and think that this day, once a year, would allow people to be nice to him the rest of the time. Little did Alex actually know that people would continue to show hatred toward him everyday anyway. But on that one day, once per year, people would go up and beyond their normal call of duty and use every power they possessed to hate Alex to their full ability. And this is how “Hate Alex Day” came to be. May Alex burn in the eternal flames of Hell.