It was a Sunday night when Samantha King died. So of course, the next mprning I opened up my locker already super depressed with the news when I saw something out of place.
How did I know it was out of place?
Well first of all, it was stuffed into my locker through the holes so it fell out.
I had never seen it before and I instantly knew what it was.
Well, sorta.
You see, I just thought she wrote a really long suicide note and didn't bother to pull out the pages.
No, it was her entire journal. From her first day Westman High to just a few days ago.
I didn't want to read it at school because I knew that my mascara and eyeliner would start running. Crying is embarrassing whether or not you have makeup on.
So, when I got home that's what I did. I read it and cried.
I cried because I suddenly felt everything that Samantha felt. I could feel the cuts and bruises I gave her, physically, emotionally and socially.
And I had no valid reason to give you those cuts and bruises.
No right to inflict that pain.
So why did I?
-Edi
Im going on a date with my crush on Tuesday!!!! Im so happy!!!!! And she's probably reading this rn so I'll stop... :)))
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After Her (Sequel To Dear Bully, It's Me)
General FictionAfter Her is the long awaited sequel to Dear Bully, It's Me. In this sequel, the bully of our previously Anonymous writer, writes in her journal explaining everthing. Before you start this book, you must read my other book, Dear Bully, It's Me. Warn...
