_Dear Prudence,
I miss you so much. Now that my best friend is living in some other state, I get picked on every day. It was hard, the first day going it alone.
They kicked dirt in my face, stuck that doughy blue stuff in my hair, and they wrecked my bike.
The second day they stole my homework and Peter kicked me in the shin, calling me, “Freak” and told me that I brought shame to the human race.
Today was the third day and they took my lunch money, spilled milk on me, blamed me for vandalizing the bathroom, and then they called my phone in the middle of class.
If only you can come back, if only you didn’t move, if only people were nice around here.

Yours,
Jude_