Dear bully,
I saw you at school. You just looked at me. But your friends noticed me right away. They walked toward me and called me names and one and piled me into the closet with him. He was doing things I didn't want to do... Yet. He said it fits with my name.... Slut. Little did he know I was saving myself for my future husband.
Everyone was laughing and cheering him on. He said it won't stop there.
I was scared.
I left home. You saw me leave and offered to drive me home. I declined but you yelled at me to get in the car. So I did.
You were driving me but made a different turn. A turn into your driveway. I thought you forgot but told me to come inside. I was scared what you would do but you told me you weren't going to do anything. So I came. I saw someone glance at us when we entered your house. It was a girl. But I looked away. You made me eat something. I didn't want to but you shoved it into my mouth. I was actually a little hungry at the time so I didn't throw it up but I would've. I asked to leave and you said ok so I left.
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.