Dear bully,
I'm starting to wish I didn't go to this school. Today you punched me in the face. I tried to push you away but, that didn't help.
You grabbed my wrist and twisted it around. It hurt so bad.
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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 ?
