The In Crowd
November 29, 2013
I’m a leader and other girls do what I say and fifteen are helping me deal with Rebecca. I’m bigger and can easily beat her up by myself but that’s not the point. I want everyone to hate her. She used to see a guy who dropped her for me. That’s not enough either. The girl who was her best friend now follows me and beats up Rebecca when I say. I also tell Rebecca to drink bleach and die. The more I bully the more I like it. So do the other girls. We say things online. We say things at school. We stare at Rebecca. We surround her. We call her names. We keep pushing. And Rebecca climbs a tower and jumps. Online I write, yes, I bullied Rebecca and she killed herself and I don’t give a bleep. But I’m damn sorry they arrested me. Be fair. I’m only fourteen.