Sometimes I wish I had never written that note to Amy. She deserved it but the damage that was caused to her started up with me. I told her to stop bullying me once and I was pushed and laughed at in 2009 my 5th grade year.
Finally 9th grade year (two months ago) I had the courage to tell her off. I told her that I would report her and that she needed to stop calling me names, and she needed to get a life. I called her a bitch. I didn't mean to but it just slipped out of my hand writing with the pencil and it was over with, I wrote it folded up the note and after she had told me I was worthless in the hallway I smiled, threw the note at her and walked away acting as if I wasn't in a hurry when everyone knew that I was. I stopped as soon as I turned the corner peeking to see what her reaction would be. She opened the note and took a picture then threw it behind her. I was confused and let alone mad because as from what I could see she wasn't affected at all by it. After all the mean names she called me and after all the mean things she did to me, the one time I feel that I absolutely need to get back at her, she's not at all harmed by it?
After I got home I was worn out from thinking about today. I went on to my clickers account (a social media that EVERYONE uses at athon high school-my school) I find notifications, about 29 of them and they're all from a post that Amy Saphìre tagged me in. They were all likes. I opened it and saw the picture of the note I gave her in the hallway earlier that day. I looked closely and hard at it on edge of crying. That's when I realized that I hadn't written the word bitch on that worn down piece of paper off of my English homework, it said blitch. Now it was all over the Internet and once again the famous bitch Amy had embarrassed me again. I caught myself as soon as I thought that. I called Amy a bitch. Again. I had only said it twice but this little inch of a devil told me that there was now no choosing and that now it was becoming a habit. I kind of liked the feeling of it though because I had freedom to tell Amy what she acted like. I looked back at the cracked screen of my laptop and saw the picture again. I bursted into tears. About 20 minutes later I was calm. I opened my laptop and saw that people from my school who didn't like me had commented. Thinking that when I went back to school on Friday I would be beyond embarrassed, I wasn't. I looked deeply into the little particles that spelled out the words "HAHAHAHAHAHA, Amy we might of all thought you were a bitch, but a blitch? Not ever would I could of have come up with that! Better be cautious about the people you mess with and stop being a blitch!" I smiled feeling kind of bad that I was becoming the bully. After that about 7 people commented the word blitch, and then 40 and it seemed like it would never stop. It was the the starting of "Amy the blitch"...
Chapter two: The loss of population.
