The big bad bully
Imagine being 5'8 and weighing 110 pounds.
Imagine being the the top cross country runner in your county.
Imagine being recruited by modeling agencies.
Imagine being ranked number one in your class.
And now, imagine being bullied.
For being skinny?
For being fast?
For being pretty?
For being smart?
because, before I was skinny, fast, pretty, and smart, you were all my friends.
And now, you hate me.
You call me a b****, a s***, a w****.
You ignore my texts.
You tell me you're busy when you are not.
You never want to be my partner for class projects.
Your just a group of typical, eighteen year old high school senior girls who used to be my best friends. How can you be so mean?
So, I stopped eating and quit cross country. I cry in my room every single day after school. I refuse to go into modeling. I am purposely applying to colleges that none of you are applying to, just so I can get away.
Congratulations, bullies. You win.