it was just a joke

Hello, my name is Anonymous
and I am a bully.


I have always been the girl who gets what she wants, especially in high school. I had them all under my finger. Students, staff and the PTA. Then this new girl came to my school, my territory. Her name was Anna.

There was this boy I liked. He was that guy, and he was the one thing I still wanted. I'd had guys but that guy was the one Then Anna came along. I knew, when I saw them together exactly what she was thinking. She liked that guy too.

She was getting in my way. Anna was sweet and charming and such a cutie, that guy was bound to fall for her. I was jealous. I decided to play a joke on her. So one day, while I was sitting next to her in class, I took a pen and wrote SLUT on Anna's arm, where very one could see it. She was shocked, I could see it on her face. She almost cried.

I knew that guy didn't like girls who had been around. I knew that Anna wouldn't get in my way again. But I was wrong. He helped comforted Anna and helped her wash the word away. So the next time, when no one was looking, I wrote it on her forehead.

The next day, Anna came to school, her skin was red and raw, but the word never went all away. So I used a permanent marker to write LYING WHORE across her face. This time she could not get it off. That guy tried to help her, but he did not know it was me, and he could not stop me. My best friend saw what I'd written and wanted to help me. She wrote a letter about how Anna had stolen her boyfriend and posted it to the school bulletin board. The teachers could have seen it, but I didn't care. Everyone liked me and besides, the teachers never looked at that bulletin board. They walked past it every day, but they never bothered to look.

When the other students heard read the letter, they decided to write on Anna too. So I began handing out permeate markers. They wrote SKANK on her hands, WORTHLESS wrists, SLUT on her legs, LIAR across her lips and BITCH on her heart. Her friends stood by her, but soon people started writing on them too. So they left Anna to be marked and scarred because they were afraid their skin would get dirty too.

Anna stopped coming to school. That guy asked about her every day. So I went to the costume shop. I dressed in boys cloths and I bought a mask. I went looking for Anna, and when I found her, I pretended to be her friend. She held my hand and hugged me. She told me that every word written on her was wrong. She told me how hard it was. She told me she had only kissed two boys in her entire life.

The next day, when I was dressed as a boy, I stood on a table in the cafeteria. I told the whole world that Anna had slept with those two boys and me, at the same time. They all laughed. They posted terrible things on the bulletin board and all of it was about Anna. Then someone said she had an STD.

Anna told her father about the things we had all written on her. He told Anna to get over it. Despite the marks all over Anna's skin and the pain in Anna's eyes. They told Anna she was too sensitive, that she should get a thicker skin. They made Anna go back to school.

By then that guy had abandoned Anna. She tried to hide her skin with baggy clothes to cover up the words. But by now the whole school had permanent markers. They wrote stories on her sweaters, scribbled on her shoes and marked all over her body.

That night Anna decided she could not take it anymore. I sat on her bathroom counter as she cried for hours. I watched her fill the bath tub with water. I yelled at her when she hovered on the verge. I told her she was a pathetic drama queen. .  She didn't have the guts to do it. Anna said she did not see a reason for going on. When she broke her razor and held the blade to her wrist, I told her no one would miss her when she was gone.

Then she was. I was shocked, but I got what I wanted. That guy was all mine. But he was upset over Anna. The whole school was. The parents got upset, so did the school. Her father blamed me for Anna, though he never did anything to stop me. No one did. When the police came to arrest me, they had to let me go.

No one saw me do these horrid things to Anna. I never bruised her skin or broke her bones. I never cut her flesh or saw her blood. They could not punish me, and they could not stop me.


Because I did this on a computer.



Hello, my name is Cyberbully
       
and I am a Killer