Dear Bully,
Someone had scratched the word ‘slut’ onto my locker today, after putting my books away I heard your girlfriend and her friends laughing and saw them pointing at me. When I passed by your girlfriend she tripped me in the hall again. You didn’t laugh along with her friends but you didn’t help me up either.
I noticed my friends have been distancing themselves from me. It’s funny how we go to a school with hundreds of students but I feel so alone. I think they’re afraid of you... or maybe I’m not as much fun since my mom died.
I caught a glance of myself in a car window this morning. I look terrible. I have been avoiding mirrors lately because I look so much like my mom.
Maybe that’s why my dad won’t look at me anymore. Neither will my sister.
-Your Victim
