Hey there! Thanks for clicking on my story! I promise to make this an interesting one. Now I know you’ve read the title and you’re probably thinking that there was some mean girl at high school picking on me and making my life miserable.
Promise not to laugh when I tell you who my real bully was.
Promise?
Okay. It was my little sister Melanie. She was twelve years old and I swear she was like the child of Satan himself. Satan and a really horrible woman because I swear, I couldn’t understand how we had the same parents and similar genes. We were SO different.
I was sixteen years old so we only had four years between us. I was bigger, taller and smarter. But you don’t need to be big to be a bully. You just have to be mean – and that was Melanie.
Now, you’re probably wondering what this twelve year old could have done to me that was so horrible. There’s just so much! Where do I even start? I’ll start by giving you some different situations.
When she was four and I was eight, she started hitting me. She did this when my parents were not looking and they’d never believe me when I told them what she was doing. Sometimes she’d just be like
“Hey Katie, turn around! Look what I brought you!”
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