Dear Bully,
I opened my locker today to be welcomed with some medications and healing ointment for my scars. Were they from you?
You embarrassed me in front of everyone today during lunch, calling me a slut. I know everyone will believe those words, but all that matters is to not let myself believe them. Because, in the end of the day, I know the real story and if no one believe me then that isn't my fault, it's theirs.
What still bothers me is how you would know what was best for healing scars? If it was you in the end, but that's a big if.
