Dear bully,
You saw me sitting at the lunch table, not eating anything. You slowly approach my table, and I'm suddenly relieved. More suppressants? More blades?
You sit down across from me. "Where's your food?", you ask. What on Earth are you talking about?
YOU ARE READING
Dear Bully,
Random***COMPLETED*** A story of a bullied girl, who writes letters to her bully, but never sends them.
