Dear Mackenzie Ziegler,
You call me names. You touch me. You steal my things. You laugh at me, and your friends do too.
You bully me.
I cant talk to anyone. My parents won't listen, my brother is dead, my sister doesn't understand and my friends pretend it doesn't happen.
But it does.
It hurts. It hurts to know that you hate me when you haven't given me a chance. It hurts to know that I can't do anything about it. It hurts to know I'm disliked by many, because of you.
I go on.
Day by day. I take it slowly, and pretend your words and antics don't hurt.
But they do.
That is why I'm writing you these letters; I can't escape you and I have noone listens so I'll confine in this paper.
Yours sincerely,
Annie Leblanc
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[250 words]