Dear L,
Look at yourself. What have you become? Look at what you have done to me. What have I become? A warrior. I am a warrior. Everyday I have to be on guard because of you. And you? You are a coward. Why do you hate me? Hate is a powerful word, I know-and you seemed to have used it to it's full potential. You hate C too. Is it because we're small, and when you hurt us it makes you feel great and big? Well, heres the thing-I'm done. I'm done. Stop trying to hurt me. It's not so much my feelings, they're fine. But I don't understand why, why did you give me this ugly scar? I'm serious, stop laughing. Thats all you ever do, laugh. You don't understand the pain you put me in when we were skiing. For the love of God, did you really have to push me?! Don't you realise, you pushed me DOWN THE CLIFF?! Are you dumb?!!! If I could get away with it, I'd do worse to you. Then I'd stand and laugh, and sip some Ribena. But I can't, and thats the only reason you haven't been EXPELLED! You know why? They say it's because of your 'special needs' because you have ADHD. But ADHD doesn't make you push someone DOWN A CLIFF, DOES IT?!
I'm sorry, L. I'm just exasperated with you. Please, stop. And stop making fun of C, too. He's even smaller than me, and my scar would probably cover his whole face, whereas for me it's only across my cheek. But please, can't we just be friends?
Think about it. Look in the mirror, L. I see a warrior. You, perhaps, may see a bully.
-M