Dear Jess,
You were glaring at me today. I didn't understand why, until the teacher yelled at you for not finishing the detention work while you were at home.
I've noticed that you haven't made friends.
I teased you about that. I told you that you're too ugly to make friends and that no guy would ever even try to talk to you again.
You're eyes became different. They don't look... bright anymore.
~Dylan
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Dear Tormentor, I mean Bully...
Short StoryThis shows Jess' series of notes to her... tormentor. I mean bully. But who knows the difference anymore? Dylan, the bully, also includes his notes as well. They both show their hidden struggles behind closed doors. (None of this is happening to...
