i stopped eating because of you. i sneak in little bits of food here and there, but you have put such a strain on me that i don't see the purpose of eating. so i don't. i spend the lunch period in the bathroom. locked in the third stall from the door. the one right before the handicapped stall. everyday now.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Bully
Short StoryStory told from the point of view of the bullied. Written like letters.
