Dear Bully, I Am Not A Toy

Log 10

5/31/17
Hell today

Dear Bully,

Today was supposed to be fun, but it wasn't. We, as in all the houses. White, blue, and gold house were all at the football field to do track.we were there for around five hours, kids cheering on other kids as they ran around the field.

You, and your friends, we're on the other side of me and my friends as we chanted others on. All you did was yell at them and swear at your friends as others on the track overheard you. I am just glad that I'm not on your team.

Me and my friend were chatting, looking at the view of the baseball field behind the bleachers for the football field and track arena. We were having a serious conversation, talking about what's gonna happen when...it doesn't matter now.

What matters is that you called us fags, sluts, lesbians, flabby, weird, outcasts, different.

Why the fuck do you call us this?! Oh, I know why, because you want attention.

You even yelled at us when we were trying to explain it to you. You swore at us, and I just watched. I just....watched...

I feel like those words you called me now.

Fag,
Stupid,
Weird,
Outcast,
Slow,
Lesbian,
Asshole,
Nothing.

I am Nothing,
You are correct.
I'm sorry for trying to be nice,
I'm not sorry for you assuming things.

You went back over to your friends and started spreading rumors about us. Not very different.

You told them Kate threatened you?! ITS THE OPPOSITE WAY AROUND ASSHOLE! You told them we were gay, so what? Are you sexist? You sound like it.

I know this doesn't seem nice but, I think you and your friends are all racist.

Just because I'm a different colored person means you get to pick on me. Haha, laugh at the kid who can't heal her own bones, laugh at the kid who talks to nobody, laugh at the kid who does fucking art.

You know what I think is fun? Stabbing people, stabbing people is fun, but I don't do it often. I just do it to myself, nobody else. Why? Because I have a heart, and I care about others. I'm selfless, your selfish.

I'm sorry for saying this, but your name is Zimera.

And I'm not sorry for saying this, but my name is Morgan.

Now Zimera,
Go die in a hole.
-Mo
P.S. We didn't tell the teachers because we wanted them to relax, asshole.
I didn't go back to spell-check.