***Ella's pov***
When I saw the movers truck pull up I was shocked, the house beside us has been empty for as long as I could remember.
It's been years since anyone last moved into the house, curious I stuck my head through my room window to catch a glimpse of my new neighbors and my heart sunk.
It literally flew up to my mouth as I tried to make sense of the person I was looking at.
It was him.
It was my bully.
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Dear bully
Short StoryNo one should ever wake up to the thoughts of slicing their wrist. For Ella that's a daily occurrence She's been through a lot and the only calming thought is that of death. Frustrated with life she writes a letter to her bully The boy who makes he...
