Dear Travis and Lily-Loo,
Oh yeah, and my sister Sue.
I’m sorry I haven’t made my bed,
But I left a note there for you instead.
Mom and Dad let me tell you something,
That little wound wasn’t a bee sting.
It was those kids, who push you around,
They tell you mean things, and knock you to the ground.
I tried to fight back, but they’re just too strong,
I got tired of it; it’s been going for too long.
But, don’t worry; it’s not going to happen anymore,
I’m far from them; I’m somewhere above, somewhere to soar.
Love, Jarrad.
its not that good, but it’s how bullying can affect this boy Jarred, who is someone I just made up, even though he is only 11 years old.