I saw you outside your house today.
You were sitting outside, on the porch, a beer in your hand.
You finished the beer before throwing it against the garage door.
Your parents must have fought again.
It's okay, I understand how that feels.
My parents are too busy screaming at each other to realize anything that is going on with me.
But at least I don't pick on people, like you do.
YOU ARE READING
Think Again... Bully
Short StoryIn which a girl stands up to her bully. Warning: there is strong language in this book and mentions of suicide. You've been warned.
