Dear bully,
You tripped me in the hall today.
It's almost lie you stopped trying.
Please hurt me.
I deserve pain.
I'm only 90 pounds.
90 pounds of ugly.
90 pounds of hate.
90 pounds of suffering.
90 pounds of Kayla.
The person I hate most.
Me.
YOU ARE READING
Dear bully
Teen FictionKayla the victim. Jason the aggressor. Kayla can't say what she wants to say. But she can write it. So she writes And writes. And writes.
