Dear bully,
Today you dumped your lunch tray on me. You told me I looked like a cow and I should be thankful you are helping me by letting me know I looked that way.
I went home and couldn't help but let one tear fall.
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Dear bully (COMPLETED)
Short StoryAs the time goes by her smile does too. A constant frown is its replacement. Tears. Hurt. Pain. Words. Is that her only fate ?
