Dear Bully,
After the bell rang for lunch, I headed out of the classroom. I was the last one out. I thought you and your friends had already left. I was wrong. As I walked out into the hallway, you were standing there waiting on me. You looked mad. I didn't know what to do so I started to walk away. You pulled my hair threw my body against the wall. You got so close to me I thought we were touching. We were. Your hands went instantly around my neck. And you squeezed. I couldn't breathe. You told me to keep my whore of a mother away from you dad. I cried. I couldn't say anything to my defense. You told me the next time my mom tried doing anything to your dad, that you would automatically take it out on me. And you would keep doing it. Till I took my last breathe. When you finally let go, and the world came back into sight, I tried to tell you I was sorry. Because I was. I knew what my mother was. An embarrassment. And I was sorry she hurt you and your family like she did. Maybe that's why you hated me so much. Because of what she did to your family. I'm sorry.
Sincerely,
Christiana
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Dear Bully
General FictionChristiana gets bullied everyday, not to mention the abuse she goes through at home. Things begin to hit rock bottom all at once and it slowly becomes to much for Christiana to handle. While in the mix of emotions, Christiana begins to notice someth...
