The week my life ended
Summary
I’m Douglas. My parents thought I was going to be a boy, so the name stuck. It’s almost like they wanted me to get bullied, so I changed my name to Cara. It’s not my legal name, but at least I keep my lunch money, and get someone else’s.
People were scared of me, and that’s the way I liked it. I got my own way, I could do whatever I wanted and no one could tell me otherwise. Even my teachers and parents were weak at their knees around me. No one would want to aggravate me because they were scared of what I’d do.
I guess I’m a plastic. I’m the plastic. No one at school dares to be just like me, even my mini me’s. I find it funny that the years sevens go around trying to be like me, they don’t dare speak to me, and I’m like royalty to them.
That’s me, Cara Carlson. I’m the bully. And nothing could get in my way.
Well... almost nothing.
(trigger warnings will be posted, R rated because of language and some descriptions)
