Fury

I like it and it sounds a little like me with the clique girls in my school. Except I have lashed out and reduced them to suddering, evil, goose-pulp. that was odd. I don't think I can reveiw this I just dont know why. If this is personal I hop you fix it... seriously.

This is interesting! It has a personal feel to it even though it is fictional. You should carry on with this and make it into a story about a girl or boy trying to figure out why this girl hated them so much.
Try it out, and great job!

Hey I really liked the fact that this piece was short, to the point, and fulfilling. In that short text you managed to give us a character with emotions, someone people could relate to. So, good job there.
Okay, on to some nitpicks:

LavenderBlue wrote:Words--terrible words--flashed in my mind at the speed of light. Inside, I'd delete the word 'inside', since we know this is what you're feeling I wanted to shred everything to pieces, lash out. Kill. I kept composure, however, only letting a few short words snap out. My adversary could only reply just as sharply, her face reddened I'd either change this word to 'reddening' or to 'red' with what I wished was shame but only knew was undiminished fury. We shared the feeling. if she hates this person so much, wouldn't that thought infuriate her?
I stormed down the hallway, trying to keep tall and my face unreadable, but was only half successful. I thought of going back, confronting the human vermin, but my cowardice prevailed. Within minutes, I found myself in class, sitting, wallowing in self-pity.
For years, I’d hated her very soul, dreamt of stripping her very heart bit by bit. I'dImagined the day when she’d disappear. But it never happened. She was always there, the female incarnate of Satan himself.
No matter how much I told my mother how detestable this girl was, the only response I’d received was, “Girls will be girls. Nothing you can do about it, my darling Keira.” My mother didn’t understand me: girls had changed in their ways over the years. I loathed this girl, unconditionally hated every part of her. I was set on the fact that she wanted to turn me against my friend. Actually, I was certain of it.
She named meCalled me sounds a little better, to my ear awful things behind my back. Spoke slander, lies and creative tales. I would never stoop to her level. I would never give her reason to tell those awful things.
And the reason why I hated her so much was that I didn’t know why she hated me.

hmm... wow this was deeper than i expected. haaha, i liked it. A LOT. rating out of five: four. here are my suggestions:

Words, terrible words, flashed in my mind at the speed of light. Inside, I wanted to shred everything to pieces, lash out. Kill. at first i thought: vampire? i was so relieved when i read through the whole thing. I kept composure, however, only letting a few short words snap out. My adversary could only reply just as sharply, her face reddened with what I wished was shame but only knew was undiminished fury. We shared the feeling. keeps the reader hanging, which is clever.

I stormed down the hallway, trying to keep tall and my face unreadable, but was only half successful. I thought of going back, confronting the human vermin, but my cowardice prevailed. Within minutes, I found myself in class, sitting, wallowing in self-pity. DEEP.

For years, I’d hated her very soul, dreamt of stripping her very heart bit by bit. Imagined the day when she’d disappear. But it never happened. She was always there, the female incarnate of Satan himself. this is when i figured out how much you really hate this girl.

No matter how much I told my mother how detestable this girl was, the only response I’d receive in return was, “Girls will be girls. Nothing you can do about it, my darling Keira.” My mother didn’t understand me—girls had changed in their ways over the years. I loathed this girl, unconditionally hated every part of her. I was set on the fact that she wanted to turn me against my friend. Actually, I was certain of it.

She named me awful things behind my back. Spoke slander, lies and creative tales. I would never stoop to her level. I would never give her reason to tell those awful things. good for you.

And the reason why I hated her so much was that I didn’t know why she hated me. seems like everyone feels the same way about someone in their life.

Hmm, as much as I want to reveiw this... This seems like one of thoes things that is personal and that it shouldn't be changed. So, is it written from experince, or is it a true short 'story'?