"...I hate summer....I hate her crooked teeth..I hate her 1960's haircut....I hate her knobby knees....I hate the way she smacks her lips before she talks...I hate her..." Tom would look into the mirror repeating the same phrases over and over again trying to get over summer and how many times she manipulated him..he hated her so much, as he put his hands on his hair and slicks it back a little to try and comfort himself, as his dark eyes look down.. "I hate the way she laughs.."