Dear stranger,
It's been a week.
I don't feel...
anything.
Not anymore.
Everyone can see it. Especially Allan.
I swear, nothing gets past that boy.
My grades have dropped now too.
I can't even think straight anymore. All I think is you.
Why was I not good enough?
Did you get tired of me?
Was I too boring?
Did you still think of me as the poor bullied girl?
YOU ARE READING
Dear Boyfriend,
Short Story***COMPLETED*** A story of a girl who was once bullied, and writes letter to her boyfriend, but never sends them. Or does she?
