Dear Bully,
Now all the friends I had left don't talk to me anymore, but at least I no longer see my mother when I look in mirror.
For the past two weeks, you, your girlfriend and your friends, push me, kick me, ruin my school books and you even as far as to fill my bookbag with dirt and then throw it into the school fountain.
Everyone laughed when I stepped into the fountain to get it. Everyone laughed when I opened my bag and saw mud covering all my things. Everyone laughed when I picked up my bag and started running home.
But the day wasn't a total loss. Do you remember my first bully? The one you protected me from? The one you told me you would never let hurt me again? His name was Zack and you made sure he no longer had friends after he bullied me in 5th grade.
Well, he followed me home, helped me clean my things and now...now I have a friend. One I know you can't take away from me.
Your Victim.
