November 26, 2013
Dear Charlie,
She gets it now. I think we're really hurting her. It's gone to far. She doesn't deserve this. Please understand that this wasn't supposed to happen. But I really don't know what was.
She was bullying a friend of mine and it got out of hand. First, it was a few jokes and then it became pranks. And it ended with this friend wanting to be homeschooled. So we acted on impulse. Not remebering that this bullier had once been our friend before high school started, we just dropped her. And it seemed right. And she apologized and became a lot nicer but she was replaced with a new girl. Someone who had hated her for lame reasons. And the new girl became more well liked than she had been. So she was forgotten.
She didn't want us to think that she was in pain so she became popular. And started hanging out with those kind of people. Which caused tension and confusion because she was becoming one of them. And it wasn't like her. So she became totured by us.
We gave her mean glares and wouldn't invite her to stuff. We talked about how fake she was behind her back. We made up reasons to still have a problem with her because we were upset that she wasn't hurt. But she was.
She thinks the popular crowd is complete shit and she's really sad. And I want her back but it wouldn't be the same. To many other people have problems with her now. But she's not exactly a bad person. She's just misunderstood.
And now I feel as if this has gone to far because a good person is suffering and its partly my fault. But there are a lot of faults in our lives. And I want this to change.
She lost
herself
But we took
her happiness
She was
cold blooded
But we were
theives
She has
learned her lesson
But we still
make her suffer
We are all
damned and weak
Love always, Alia
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