Dear Bully,
About two days later, my mom came down and opened the door. She told me go straight to my room. As I walked up the stairs of the basement, I looked at our clock that hung above our couch. 12:54. Your at school. As I continued walking up stairs to our hallway, I came to a decision. I knew you kept food in your room, I watched you sneak it in there. I'm hungry and I don't think you'll notice one thing missing. Taking a deep breath, I walk to your door. Looking over my shoulder to make sure no one was around, I opened your door and slowly walked in. As soon as I entered, I started searching for where you kept it. Opening your closet, I saw a bag on the floor. Getting down on my Knees, I unzipped the bag. Food. I smiled before picking up a king sized sneakers bar. It tasted so good when I bit into it. I laid back on the floor as I took another bite, closing my eyes to absorb the taste. As I sighed a sigh of relief, a door opened. Opening my eyes, I made contact with yours. And your face looked like it was ready to kill me.
Sincerely,
Christiana
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Dear Bully
General FictionChristiana gets bullied everyday, not to mention the abuse she goes through at home. Things begin to hit rock bottom all at once and it slowly becomes to much for Christiana to handle. While in the mix of emotions, Christiana begins to notice someth...
