Dear Jason,
You said that you had a surprise for me.
We went for a walk.
When we got to the park, I saw a picnic area set up.
Fairy lights draped over tree branches.
Blanks spread out on the grass.
And a note in the center.
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.
