Dear bully,
I started school today. Our parents dropped me off with you. You left me all by
myself.I saw you with your group of friends. They were bullying everyone around them.
You spotted me.
I turned away but you grabbed my face. And then you yelled at me and said I was fat.
I thought you were just being rude and let it go.
Your girlfriend came up to me and slapped me across the face. Said I didn't belong talking to her or you.
I was walking home when your friends jumped me. They beat me up and gave me a black eye. And a busted lip. I cried. But not in front of them.
I looked at myself in the mirror at my stomach thinking that you were just mad or something but realized that you were right.
I didn't eat dinner and my mom and dad wondered what happened to my face. I said I tripped on a sprinkler. Because I knew your friends didn't mean it.
YOU ARE READING
Letters to the bully across the street
Teen FictionWhy are people always bullying? Why does making another person hurt make you feel better? Well this is a story about a bully and a lost girl but in letters. Her life is something you wouldn't expect.