I ran home and jumped on my bed after school. It has been two weeks and those bullies are still being mean. Their names are Emma and Monica. I did nothing to them maybe they just do that. Well I had tears streaming down my face and of course I did my hair up in a bun. I cleaned my room and did my homework. I sighed as I sat down on my bed when my phone and laptop rung. My phone was a text from my friend Emily and it said to look on Facebook. Well that is what my laptop dinged for. I was being cyberbullied to. It said that I was a pink little slut. From Monica. What did I ever do to you two guys. I said back and then it struck me. I looked up the history ony school and three students have killed themselves because of these girls but they did nothing because their father is the superadentt. All I had to do was tell but no one would matter about me so I kept it in my life. I started to right suicide notes and letters. Poems and drew sad stuff. I never liked myself after that one comment