Dear bully,
I walked into school this morning with a cast on my arm. That's right, you broke my arm.
After first period, I was pulled into the janitors closet, and my heart hammered against my chest as we met again.
You looked at my cast in shock.
Why are you shocked? Don't you know what you did to me?
You quickly recovered with the same face you have every day, as you slapped me with every word you called me.
"You're so weak, you had to get a cast just from yesterday!", you yelled as your friends laughed.
"I know.", I whispered to you, but I don't think you heard it.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Bully,
Random***COMPLETED*** A story of a bullied girl, who writes letters to her bully, but never sends them.
