Dear Bully,
The project we were paired up on, which was a poster on World War II, was going pretty well. Much to my surprise.
You had come over today after school to work with me on it. Knowing you Xavier, I thought you wouldn't do anything and make me do all the work..but it wasn't like that today.
You were still being rude, with the occasional 'I'm not fucking stupid', 'Shut up bitch' and other colourful things and yes, it hurt but it wasn't the usual pain you inflict on me. So it was easy to ignore those insults.
You had a certain edge to your voice today. Like you wanted to say something. I could tell because you were eyeing me during the time we were working on our project.
I'm scared...this is a familiar feeling but something is making me feel uneasy. More than usual.
What are you planning Xavier?
Love, Anjana