리틀팍스

  I'm a very ordinary girl, who is turning to 6th grade right now. But, in 5th grade, my life was not quite popular.

I have a best friend named Caroline.

You might be surprised why I am telling this to you, but keep listening.

Like I said, my best friend Caroline and I were sitting on a small bench near the park. I was very happy to come outside, so I was talking about, literally everything!

 But, when I was so tired to talk, I saw Caroline's face turning dark with worry.

Well, actually, it was my guess. But, when people's face turn dark, it's usually worry. So-that's it.

 I thought Caroline had some big problem, so I asked. "Caroline, what's wrong? Do you have a big problem that makes you feel bad?"

Caroline didn't reply for a while, but she finally said.

"Elin, I don't think I can stay living anymore. I didn't mention this to you because you might worry, but Catherine is bullying me."

I was so shocked, that I couldn't say anything for 5 seconds.

But, I was able to say this to Caroline. "Really? How? Why? When?"

Uh -- I might be carried away sometimes.

"I don't know how to answer that questions, but Catherine's first bullying started when you missed school because of the flu." started Caroline. "Also, she kept bullying me while we were doing our group project."

 I actually didn't really realized how Catherine was bullying Caroline at first. But, I began to follow her story after a while.

"So, you mean Catherine started bullying you by using bad words and leaving humiliating letters in your drawer. Right?" I checked on her to know if I was hearing the truth.

 "Yes. It might sound crazy becuase Catherine is so popular to everyone, but you must believe me. My parents are not believing me either. This is so hard to bare." said Caroline, almost sniffling.

I've never saw Caroline crying since we were first grade, but I still assured her that I would be there for her.

※This is a made-up story. Some of the story might be true, but mostly, it's not. Also, please don't follow this title or this story.