Dear Bully,
As soon as the door shut, I immediately got dressed. I picked out the clothes I thought were the prettiest. A part of me wanted to look nice in front of you. I brushed my hair back into a ponytail and sprayed some of the perfume I stole at school onto me. Slowly beginning to head down stairs, I checked my appearance once more, I didn't look to good, but it was the best I could do. When I got down there, everyone was already seated. There was only one chair left, it was at the end of the table. I took a seat silently hoping no one saw or heard me. Especially my mother. Everyone had already filled their plates up. This was the very first time I have ever sat at the kitchen table like this. Like a real family. I saw a garlic roll and went to grab one. My mother slapped my hand mid way. She told me that I wasn't aloud to eat with any of you guys. That I was only to sit and watch. I asked if I could be excused and she laughed and said of course not. My eyes began to water as my stomach rumbled. I looked over at you, and you looked away, pretending not to notice what had happened. I sat there the whole time, wishing I was someone else. After dinner, my mother demanded me back to my room so that everyone else could sit down and enjoy a movie together. I heard you tell her you would rather die then to sit down and watch a movie with her. You told her she was pathetic and nothing but trash. Your father yelled at you to go to your room. You just looked at him like he had betrayed you, before turning around and following me upstairs. I'm truly sorry about all of this.
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...
