Dear bully,
I went home.
I cried and cried and cried. Every message I received was a hateful one. I didn't know what I ever did to them and more importantly you.
So I grabbed my sharpener and cut. Cut once and twice and three times and couldn't stop. It was like I finally had happiness.
I got a message from you.
It said you were so sorry and you would pay for the casts and bills.
But do you not get it? I never wanted anything from you!! But friendship and you just threw it in my face. And I was done knowing you and done with all of your games.
I was done with life.
YOU ARE READING
Letters to the bully across the street
Novela JuvenilWhy 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.
