Dear Bully,
I couldn't breathe well. My breathing started getting uneven. Mom and dad called the nurse and they said I will have my chemo... today. Before they started the chemo they asked me to rate how much pain I was in. I couldn't speak so I held up 9 fingers. The nurse smiled and said "you're lying.... you're in your last stage and you're saying a nine as a ten". No. That's not true....
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Dear Bully
Short StoryThis is about a girl who writes letters to her bully and a diary, that will touch your heart.
