Dear Bully,
You saw how nice my uncle is. And we worked on the project. By we, I meant me. You didn't do anything. My uncle saw and made you do the work while I got a break. He fed me a full meal and talked to me about all the shit in my life.
"I'm considering adopting you," he told me.
I nearly cried tears of joy when he said that.
"Please do Uncle!! Please!!" I begged as I hugged him. He hugged me back. I haven't felt such a warm embrace since my mother died, and that was 8 years ago, when I was 7.
I hope he gets to adopt me. I'll finally be happy and free of abuse.
-A
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Dear Bully, From A (COMPLETED)
Short StoryThe 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.
