no one goes to the bathroom i hang out in during lunch. that's why i picked it as my hiding spot in the first place. no one walked in as i tested the strength of the stall frame. no one walked in as a secured the rope around the top. no one walked in as i made the final marks on my arms. no one walked in when i put on my necklace. no one walked in until i was too far gone.
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Dear Bully
Short StoryStory told from the point of view of the bullied. Written like letters.
