Dear bully,
We got paired up in class for a project. I silently begged you to take me to your home. We ended up at my place where my dad slapped me and kicked my stomach like he does every time I come home. He saw you and greeted you warmly.
I forced myself not to cry.
Why can't he love me? I'm his daughter.
-A
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Dear Bully, From A (COMPLETED)
PovídkyThe victim of this story will be known as A until she reveals her name. She has a lot going on at home, and she doesn't need a bully on top of it.
