My bully hates me.

Justin: “Were the fuck is that bitch?” Emily: “I think I found her” I looked around and then I saw her sitting all alone. This is going to be a good day for her Maybe.. Demi: “Guys why don’t we get a sandwich come let’s go” Justin: “No, come on Demi” We walked over to Cindy, she notices us and she tried to run away. I grabbed her wrist and pushed her against the wall. She looked really scared that’s how I like it. I pushed her to the floor while Emily and Sarah were beating her. She started to scream and all the other students just walked away, they didn’t do anything because they know who I am. Then Cindy looked at Demi and started to scream her name. Demi didn’t do anything. Good girl.
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8. 7. The speech

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Today there is a festival at the school, I hate this day because I walk alone like a fucking idiot. Justin is urh I hate him. One day he is acting like he doesn’t know me, and the second day he will be really rude. What the hell is he’s problem. Me and Demi are still not talking I wish we did. The good news is that Justin and Pattie left the house a week earlier, so now I only have to look at he’s face at school. Today is a special day because I have to read a speech for the whole school I’m so nervous and scared.


Mrs Colton: Cindy good luck


Cindy: Thanks


I walked out and there was so many people looking at me!


Random guy: EWW IT’S CINDY


2 random guy: GO KILL YOURSELF


Justin: BITCH


Act cool Cindy, don’t cry just read the speech you wrote.




My name is Cindy I’m 17 years old. I have a brother and a mother.




Act cool Cindy


Cindy: I’m the type of girl who is really sensitive; I always see the good in people and I really hate that.

I’m the type of girl who has a good heart, I hate being rude to people because I know how it feels like to get hurt. Sometimes I say to myself ‘Cindy why the hell are you so kind?’ I will always say that people don’t deserve to be treated like I do, even if I hate them from the bottom of my heart. I don’t even deserve it. Why is it always the sweet and kind people who will be the offer huh? Tell me why. because I really want to know. My life was really good until some people came and ruined it. You don’t even know what the hell I’ve been through. You all think that it is so funny to look at me get hurt but you know what, I only learned from that. I learned that you guys are after me because you don’t feel good about yourself; you hate the fact that someone has something better than you.





And you just want to sit there and cry. But instead of doing that you just go after the one who actually love themselves for who they are. You don’t know how it feels like to be called ‘Bitch, slut, fat, and whore’ every day. You don’t know how it feels like to get slapped every day just because you’re a happy person.




Demi yelled


Cindy: But the problem is that now I hate myself is that what you want to hear me say? You won are you happy now?


Urh I started to cry


Cindy: Do you really think that when I go home I will forget everything? No I really don’t forget anything. The fact that my mom thinks I am having a great time at school is killing me.





Cindy: I don’t want to tell her about that because she has problems too. I don’t want her to think about me all the time.

And I really hope that this speech really opened up your heart and your mind.

I’m Cindy Jones and this is my story.



All the students clapped except for Justin and he’s gang they started to laugh it didn’t bother me though.



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