Dear Bully,
I was nervous walking through the school doors, you most definitely noticed, but I had hoped I could hide it fast enough. I did not, but I thought I did cause you didn't do anything to me for the first half of the school day. I was so happy, but then you shoved me into the same closet as last time and kicked and punched me in the stomach. I think you broke a couple of my ribs.

I cried, but tried not to show it. I failed.

"you're so pathetic." you said, then spat in my face before you left me in the closet, my nose bleeding, tears streaming down my face. I could hardly move, but I had to. My parents couldn't know about this, or they would stay home. That was not aloud.