Dear Bully, you are too late
Kenna said, and the tearing sound of paper filled the air.
I watched in horror as the pieces fell to the ground. There was nothing I could do. I could barely see the letters on the paper, there was no way to place them back together.
The waterworks flowed down my face again, and I rushed out through the back door.
My sobs racked through my body while I slowly wore my jacket.
Not seeing the clear path, I bumped into someone, crashing straight on to the floor.
“Hey, I’m sorry.”
I recognized that voice instantly and my head shot up. Leon was staring down at me, with the same surprised look.