Imagine what's its like to be bullied for the whole of your life believe u look a slightly different than everyone else .. been called ugly , freak ... no one cares
WARNING! SWEARING, QUITE DEPRESSING
Gus~ Hey I'm Gus , I hate Leah because she isn't like the other girls she isn't pretty , funny , out going and shy she doesn't speak to the boys like the other girls do. She just strange Even kia is better than her she talks to people and goes out and doesn't isolate herself Leah never goes out and meets with anyone never been to party's, she always ignores me so I just started to be horrible to her so she will will take something back and see how it feels to be .
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Diego~ Hello. I'm Diego I've been best friends with Gus since year 1 we always spoke went round each others and spoke to each other about everything he's like my brother , but he doesn't no one thing because I'm scared his going to go round snake on me even if his my best friend. My mum and dad always argue everyday , every second, but they act like the normal couple when my friends come round . It started to get to me since my dad started to get aggressive to me and I started to take it out on other people at school like Leah .. and that's when me and Gus had small arguments but we get over it after. I only like school because I don't have my mum and dad arguing and I have time to take it out on other people like Leah and Kia , the teachers hate me because I'm always doing something bad. Gus is the perfect one with the perfect family with all these siblings I just have me it actually gets quite lonely. I wish it could All just stop if it never started I would of never hurt Leah and the other people in my classes. Guess what .. I actually believe Leah is quite pretty she has long blonde hair with blue eyes .
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