Dear Bully, you are too late
There was no sight of him and my eyes went to a certain blue eyed boy.
“I don't even know who he is?” I grumbled, and let out a sigh.
This was the first time I had seen someone like that.
Why was today looking like a very terrible day?
Tears pulled up in my eyes again. It wasn't because of Kenna or those pictures.
The person who hurt me the most was Leon Caster. He was my childhood friend and we promised to stick together.
"I hate you, Leon," I whispered, my voice cracking. "I really hate you.” Wiping my tears, I heard the sound of the doors opening.