Dear bully,
I didn't see you or your evil posse this morning. Where are you?
Class is almost over, and I'm starting to wonder if you guys decided to give me a break.
Boy, was I wrong.
The second I stepped foot outside, a hand grabbed me and shoved me into the bushes. I came face to face with none other than that tormenting face, with the green eyes, and blonde hair boy.
Curse you and your good looks.
Looks like I'll be limping home again.
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Dear Bully,
Random***COMPLETED*** A story of a bullied girl, who writes letters to her bully, but never sends them.
