Dear bully,
I met you behind the school. You pushed me into the wall and punched my till your knuckles bled and I could barley see. I went home and dad wouldn't leave me alone trying to figure out who did this to me.
I didn't tell him though.
YOU ARE READING
Dear bully (COMPLETED)
Historia CortaAs the time goes by her smile does too. A constant frown is its replacement. Tears. Hurt. Pain. Words. Is that her only fate ?
