(Jamie's POV)
Me being strangled by someone was the best part. Now, you may think that I'm weird. But, I just want my life to end. Everyone hates me. What's the point in living?
My vision became blurry. I heard faint voices, "Hey! Get your hands off of her!"
I then felt myself drop on the ground. There were no longer hands around my neck. I gasped for air.
My blurryness faded when I saw a hand in front of me which was meant to help me up. I looked up to see Brandon. I didn't take it. I got up on my own.
I walked off like nothing happened. I need to tell someone about my problems. Now.
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Heyyyooo!
Wow, I wonder how Brandon feels right now? So going to update probably later. See ya!👋😜
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Dear Bully, (Brandon Rowland fanfiction)
FanfictionA 14 year old girl named Jamie Wilders sends notes to her main bully, Brandon Rowland everyday.