mastrechief

"Angie? Where are you going?" The blond girl looked at her best friend, Sally. "I don't know." "WHY are you going?" Angie bit her lip and looked at the ground. "Alex…" "You like Alex?" "No! Alex is always picking on me and I hate it!" "What do you mean?" "He found my account and started harassing me. He picks on me at school too." "Can't you tell a teacher or report him?" "I can't, I'm too nervous. "I'll help you. I'll make a poster. We can ask to hang it around the school. We can make a page against bullying. Would you like that?" Angie looked into her friend's hazel eyes. "Thank you Sally," she said. "Hey no problem, th