Dear Bully

Dear Bully,

       You came to school today. You looked like you hadn't gotten any sleep in days. You looked at me, and gave me a cold glare. I looked down and turned my body away from you. Lucas nudged me and told me i looked pretty. I heard you start chuckling. Lucas then told me he couldn't wait for the dance. That he thought i was going to look beautiful no matter what i wore. I blushed. You laughed louder. This time, your friends joined in. Lucas asked if there was a problem. You pointed at me and laughed. You asked Lucas if he really did like me or if he was just joking around. Lucas looked at me and said no, it was no joke. You and your friends laughed harder and you stood up. You walked infront of my desk. I could feel you staring down at me as you spoke. You stopped laughing and got an aggressive look before saying the cruelest words. You asked how someone could like such an ugly, worthless, waste of space. Lucas told you to shut up. But you kept going. You said that i would end up just like my mother. Ruining other people's families and spreading my legs for anything. You kneeled down to my desk and got close to my face. You told me in a harsh tone that no one would ever like me. That Lucas was just making a stupid mistake and he'd soon correct it. You told me i should do the world a favor. That i should put the pain medicine to good use. You laughed and walked back to your desk. I didn't say another word that day.

Sincerely,

Christiana