I hate you because I thought you would feel that you had some sort of responsibility to the band. Alas, you show none.
We all go out for graduation as a group. The four of us. Three of us, minus you, came back with an instructor. Your party was that day and you said that you would be at camp the following day.
You never showed up. And you didn't show up the next day. Or the day after that.
Your little sister came. Your parents came. Your grandparents came. The girl that was going to sell you her trumpet (that your parents were going to buy you for graduation) came. You didn't.
We're all here. Me, your best friend, your recent (and now ex-) love interest, the old girlfriend, the section buddies, the computer geeks. We're all here and we all expected you to come back.
None of us expected a phone conversation between you and your old girlfriend that caused her to cry and then not talk about it.
If it's about her, about the changing relationship, even about the hint of a question of the two of you getting back together...I really hate you.
Why? We both know it wasn't good for you. Either one of you. And if your little sister can go on tour with a boy that she felt decieved by, I'm thinking she's a much stronger person.
Girls must be your fatal flaw.
--s10
(I'm very disappointed.)