About a girl writing on her phone to who she think is no one..but someone maybe reading this. .... but... it can get better... right?
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THIS BOOK IS FINSHED!!
So I haven't told alot people that I've met recently this story I'm about to share... only some old close friends of mine... . . . Okay so I was bullied for a bit of my life in like the middle of 1st grade. There was this girl.. let's call her "A" ... so "A" lived on my street and she was friends with an old friend of mine so I became friends with her because of that... well "friends" and at this age I didn't know I was being bullied.. I literally thought that's how friendships were supposed to be. I was forced to sit by her on the bus so that was another reason why we were "friends". But on the bus when the friend wasn't there (which was most the time sense she had a different seat) "A" would just do small mean things to me like laugh at me for doing some small mistake.. or if I had braids or pigtails she would take them out because the "didn't" look good. But "A" and my old friend were kinda close so I didn't care that much. "A" would rub in my face saying "Me her are like sisters" or somthing like that which was tough for me... (there are reasons why but I forgot I know people are aloud to have more then one best friend) and when I sat by a boy a few times sense he was my friend, "A" got the whole bus to start sing "Blah blah blah and Em sitting in a tree... etc." Which me and the dude hated.... soon my old friend started to complain about "A" to me she didn't like "A" calling them sisters. My old friend didn't know this but "A" would use me to for her to play to go play with her.. so it would be like "A" would ask me to play, I would got to "A's" house (we live on the same street. Yes she still live on the same street), she would send me to get my old friend, once the friend's mom said she was coming out side I walk back to "A's" home and "A" would be like "okay go home now I just wanted you to get her." I would go home crying... sense it hurt 6 or 7 Em's feelings because those were the first times I was used. Soon finally my sister my sister came in and told her to leave me alone. Around that time 2 boys came and let me sit by them they were in 5th grade so they were nice people who were older and weren't inappropriate.... and yeah. . . . I just realized I was bullied in kindergarten too.... (that I don't remember that we'll but I do remember never telling my mom)... and a bit in 3rd grade... wow this is kinda sad.. haha... I guess this is what I get for being a werid kid... haha...ha. anyways... it's 12 am... eh... hope you know you're not alone.
From Em (Edit: I just added this picture)
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