Dear Bully,
My mom came home with your dad again tonight. I watched them as they ran off to her room. I walked to my room shortly after, and laid down in the cornor. I always wondered what it was like to have a bed. My room is bare. There is nothing in there except a mirror and some old clothes. That was it. I've never laid on a bed, sat on a couch, watched things on tv, had any sort of candy, and i've never had any type of sweets. Not even at school. My mom doesn't allow me to enjoy those kind of things. I know why you hate my mom so much. Because i do too.
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...
