Dear Bully

    Dear Bully,

I laid in my room like I usually do, on the hard floor. I was listening to the chaos going on downstairs. My mom was goofing around with your dad while she made all of you food. The smell of the food made my stomach rumble. I haven't ate since earlier this morning. Still laying down, my ears began to drift to another sound. The sound of a ball hitting the side of the wall. My heart began to pound in my chest, I didn't know why. I knew it was you throwing the ball. I laid there for a moment just listening to you throw the ball beginning to wonder if I should join you in the hallway. Arguing with myself on if I should or shouldn't, I finally did. Opening my door, I slowly walked out into the hallway. You stopped throwing the ball and just stared at me which made me look down. I sat down on the opposite side of the wall and glanced at you. After a while you finally spoke. You asked what I was doing. I faintly answered, telling you I was just bored. It looked like you were fixing to say something, but instead just shook your head and started throwing the ball again. We stayed like that for about 5 minutes. It wasn't long before your father called you down to eat and you got up to leave. Part of me wished you wouldn't go. You looked at me as you began to pass by, giving me an evil glare. Right before passing, you told me not to get used to that, that the only reason you even let me stay there was because you were too tired to hit me. The only thing that managed to come out of my mouth was, goodnight Devon.

Sincerely,

Christiana