Dear bully,
I met a boy today.
He told me I was beautiful.
His name is Jason.
That boy is you.
But this is a side of you I never met.
But then.
Old Jason came back.
You hit me.
You said you loved me.
I trusted you
And you hit me.
YOU ARE READING
Dear bully
Teen FictionKayla the victim. Jason the aggressor. Kayla can't say what she wants to say. But she can write it. So she writes And writes. And writes.
