Dear bully,

This has gone for too long. I don't understand how harassing and belittling me gives you pleasure. This mental, social and unfortunately physical destruction of my growth has broken parts of me I thought I needed. How can you laugh after putting me up with endless physical brutality and verbal cruelty, such unimaginable pain to my soul. How can you laugh after pushing me into a concrete web of hatred?  After spitting your withering words on my face and watching me cry uncontrollably, how can you still laugh? HOW DARE YOU LAUGH? 

I'm sure you don't stay up long nights dreading going to school the next day.

Do you ever contemplate suicide because there is nothing left to live for?

But listen, I'm done with those days now. I refuse to be told that I'm not good enough. I refuse to be put down by your poisonous tongues. I have started loving myself and it has liberated me from all the mental torture you caused. I love myself and today I'm standing up for myself like a fierce individual and I'm declaring that I'm never going to let you do that to me ever again.

Your never again victim 

                                                                                                                    -Nidhi Fogaat, 12-A

Dear bully,
I never thought I would be writing to you in this lifetime. But there is a little something I want you to know. I was 5, crushing on spongebob. But then shattering my world of rainbows and ponies came you. My bully, who made me stronger in the worst way possible. You made me experience the painful world, you know how it felt like? Constant reminder of you being different when all you wanted was to fit in! I was a lonely girl, an introvert and a tomboy. I tried to change but there was you shouting my "weaknesses" to everyone. But thank you my bully at least I didn't turn a fake. I never want to confess this but I went to your place. And I know what happened. I am not going to tell anyone. You made a bad decision. But I am not like you. I won't be like you ever. I am never going down that road. Thank you for making me a good person dear bully.

                                                                                                                    -Apoorva Thakur,11-A