Dear Bully, (Brandon Rowland fanfiction)

Note #29

(Brandon's POV)

I walked to my locker. I saw a note from Jamie. I read it.

When I turned around, I saw her opening her locker, she had a beautiful smile on her face. It was the first time I saw it. I wanted to kiss her so bad.

Wait! What the hell am I saying!?? I, Brandon Ryan Rowland, hates Jamie Andrew Wilders! She's ugly, stupid, fat, a slut, and a whore! Yeah, that's it! How can I like her?? She isn't even attractive!

I came by her and shoved her to the ground. The beautiful smile faded quickly. Her smile was like a light that shined in a room, making it light up the room. But then, it faded and the room was pitched with darkness.

She quickly got up and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get in your way. It's just that I'm too fat and cover way to much space."

(Jamie's POV)

I decided just to say that so he can believe that I'm sad, cause if he finds out that I'm happy, he might try to humiliate me and do other things that consider me to being hurt physically and mentally.

When I went home, mom and dad wasn't there. I went to my room and opened my laptop. I saw that I received an email from the website:

Dear Girl/Boy,

Hello, I think it will be best if you talked with a parent, a teacher, or a counselor about your problems and depression stage. Thanks for taking your time off and telling us about your issues. :)

                           - Anonymous

Really?? This is what they tell me?? This can't be right. I'm not getting any help. So far, I told mom, but not dad. But, I know dad is going to react the same as mom did. I told a counselor, Ms. Olive just brushed it away like it was nothing. All I have to do is tell a teacher...

The next day, I went to school and went up to the principle's office. I knocked on the door. "Come in," , heard Mr. Robinson say.

I came in and took a seat. "So, why are you here? Did you get in trouble?" , he raised an eyebrow. "No, I came here because I need some serious help." , I looked at him.

"Like what kind of help?" "I'm feeling helpless."

"Um, you need to share those problems with a counselor. There's actually a counselor that works at this school, her name is Ms. Olive, you can go over to room 202. I heard that she interviewed with Dr. Phil! Can't you believe it??" , he laughed in the end.

"I already did, but it seems like she isn't helping me. In fact, she's just making me feel even more worthless." "Well, why don't you have a talk with your parents? They might help you. I mean, won't they all? They love you, and they would want you to be happy."

I shook my head slightly, "You don't get it, don't you? I knew it. Just because you have parents that love and care about you, doesn't mean that other parents feel the same way around their kids."

I left after saying that.

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Oml, it's 2:10 am for where I live.

I know I'm 3 hours late but HAPPY 4TH OF JULY!!!!🎉🎆