That next day of school the boy was not on the bus. When I got to school and passed Raya's locker a tear fell down from my face. Then in math class during attendance, her name was announced, again the tears. Sitting on the bus alone. I was sick to my stomach for the whole week. I would cry my self to sleep. Later on, my mom to me took me to speicalist to see if I could get it off my mind. Well it did not work, I was diagnosed with PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder).
A few weeks later I told my mom that I wanted to move in with Mia my sister in California. That's where I live today. Yes, my heart still melts from losing my best friend. My disorder still takes over my body. But I love living with Mia, my brother in law, and Lila, my niece. Even though I don't get to see my mom much, its worth it.
I still can see everyone in my dreams and that's all I need.
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Bullied to the Bone
Ficção AdolescenteTwo best friends have been bullied almost there whole life. They never said a word to anyone. That was a mistake they would regret. They didn't see it coming. No one did.
