I’m sick of it. I am so sick of being bullied by Brianna, the girl who sits next to me in my English 9 class. I don’t know what her problem is, but her mean behavior needs to stop.

I turn to face her as she’s talking to her friends.

“Look at you, calling me spineless behind my back. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were a nice person; but you’re not. You have been nothing but mean to me since the day we met even though I’ve done nothing to you.”

I barely get the last word out of my mouth when she turns to face me with that nasty look that she reserves just for me.