Dear bully,
today I went over to your house. You still didn't talk to me at school. I saw you glance at me once.
When I knocked on your door your mom wouldn't let me in because I'm a 'bad influence'. So I sneaked through your window.
When I walked in you had I gun to your head. I freaked out. I ran to you and tried to pull the gun out of your hand.
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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 ?
