Mum made me brush my hair in a tight bun for school, I didn't care what my hair looked like because the bullies would always ruin it and create scars on my face, sure it hurt but I didn't care I was always someone who was alone, no friends no siblings.

There was an essay on maths today in school, I bet Elsie (my bully) would make me do it for her or she would steal my work and if I replied to her she would hit me in the face. I hurried into class but found no sign of her. She wasn't in her seat. Maybe she was ill I thought, perfect!

Two hours later, bell rang, I went outside into the playground. I was free from being bullied. I sat under my favourite tree, an oak tree, and read my book (Starry Weather). I needed a drink so I headed toward the classes until I stopped, It was Elsie's mum, she was talking to the teacher. "How did she die?"                                                                                                                                 "I have no idea she was breathless in her room, no evidence anywhere!"           My bully was dead?!!!