Jack.
Today at school you called me an attention seeking loser. You told the whole school that I was pretending to be sick, that I am just sick in the head. When I walked away, you grabbed my wrist ever so lightly and it bruised automatically, and then you squeezed and I heard a crack. I went home early. My right wrist YOU grabbed. It's broken. And not just a hairline fracture. Really broken. Snapped. The doctor asked what I did I just said that I tripped over a tree root. I won't tell anyone.
-your ex best friend,
Beth
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Dear Bully (completed)
Teen FictionHi, first of all I wanted to say a big thank you for looking at this book, I hope you choose to read it, the book is completed and it is about: Elizabeth, aka Liz writes letters to her ex best friend Jack, her bully. What will happen to Lizzy when...
