Dear bully,
The next day I went to the store before going to school.
I bought a pocket knife and stuffed it in my backpack.
Once I got to school everyone pushed my shoulder.
They whispered mean things also.
Don't worry I won't be your victim anymore.
During lunch I avoided lucas and went to the hall way in front of your locker.
I put a note in your locker.
I got out my new pocket knife and looked at it.
Should I do this?
Yes, everyone hates me.
Except Lucas.
Tell him I'm sorry, if you can.
I stuck the knife in my stomach.
It dug through me.
And blood spilled.
I was happy.
I finally get some peace in my life.
Victim,
Roxi
