Dear Mr Bully,
We were writing poems in English.
You tugged my copy from my hands.
You read my poem out loud.
It was about you...
Please don't notice...
But you kept reading
"Roses are red,
Violets are blue..
Sugar is sweet
And so are you..
But the roses have wilted,
And the Violets are dead...
The sugar bowls are empty,
And my wrists are stained red."
YOU ARE READING
Dear Mr Bully
Short StoryThe diary of a young girl bullied by "Mr Bully". Her life takes a surprising turn, she finds the missing truth and she finds the hiding truth. With a series of plot twists and shocking events, Alison tells her story of what's happening to her o...
