Dear Bully,
I stayed in my room the whole time you and your father moved your things in. You moved into the room down the hall from mine. I could hear you everytime you passed by. I knew you weren't happy. My mother gave you and your father a tour of our house. I heard you call it ugly. I didn't know you would be coming to my room. But you did. When my mom opened the door, i was not prepared. I was in the cornor in my underware and long t-shirt. As soon as we made eye contact, i tried to hide my body. I heard your father call me disgusting. My mother agreed. You gave me a hatred glare and put your hand in your pocket. The pocket where you had pulled the knife out of in the woods days before. My mother yelled at me. She told me to get dressed. That we were all going to eat like a family in the kitchen. Your eyes narrowed at her when she said that. And you screamed at her, telling her that she nor her daughter, me, would ever be your family. My door slammed shut and i heard everyone start to argue.
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...
