Dear BulliesDear bullies,See that boy you madefun offor reading a book?Last night his best friend committed suicide.Seethat girl you called fat? She is starving herself.See that old manyou just made funof cause of the uglyscars? He fought for our country.See that young boy youmade fun of for crying? His mother is dying.Put this in yoursignature if you are against bullying. I bet 95% of you won't. Yourlife isprobably not as harsh astheirs.
MaypoleToday'sthe summer fate. I woke up around 8:00AM and pulled on my clothes. Icame downstairs and sat down at the breakfast table. “Did yousleep well?” Mum asked.“Yeah...”I answered. Pouring cornflakes into my bowl.“Well,you'll need to be!” Mum said, laughing. I smiled.“Ireally hope I can go on the maypole...” I sighed.“Ofcourse you will!” Mum said happily.Ifinished my breakfast after two bowels of cornflakes and a glass ofmilk. I jogged upstairs and pulled my favourite book off the shelf.Sitting down on my bed, flicked it open and started to read. Half anhour later, I put it down and went to answer my phone, which hadstarted ringing. I pressed the green phone and put it too my ear.“Hello?”I said.“HelloRowan,” came the voice from inside.“HiJane!” I answered.“Lookingforward to the summer fate?” She asked.“CourseI am!” I laughed.“Youjust