Dear bully,
You came to my house.
With flowers.
You said
Sorry
You said
You love me.
You asked.
If we could start over.
I said.
Maybe.
Then I shut the door.
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.
