he was engaged to a wealthy businessman named Steven Scott

treet. She brought me a gift: a frilly, pink dress that was at least three sizes too small. It was the

red, not asked. "We' r

oms than I could count, Brenda' s true colors bled th

oaster. You can' t just put your

h that, it' s

country ways are

the way she made herself smaller, trying

barrassing," I said, my voice

ry. But Steven was there, so she

e had left in the middle of the night. Later, I found out why. She had given Brenda her entire life

ake my life miserable. He wasn' t just a bully; he was cruel. The bullying climaxed one afternoon when he locked me in a dark, m

d been locked in a closet, but that my failing grade for the missed exam made he

teacher, Brenda'

stupid? You' re draggi

oss the face. The teacher

had made for me, the only thing I had left of her. He threw it on the floor, stomped o

creamed, as the smell of b

flew at him, scratching and kicking

ndrew' s crocodile tears, and my furious face. He didn' t ask w

t," he

d there, her arms crossed, her face a blank wall. Then, she opened the do

r trash an