"Ally honey come here!" shouted my mother. My 8 year old self ran as fast as I could into my mothers arms. She was beautiful I often wished I looked like her. She had sparkling brown eyes. Beautiful long hair and she was tall and thin.

My mother was beautiful. I dream that one day I'll grow up to be as amazing as her. She has a heart of gold.

My mother scooped me into her arms and gave me a big bear hug.

"I have something to show you, come on lets go sit in my room"

Once we got there lying on the bed were two pieces of paper.

My mother handed me a piece of paper and a marker.

"I want you to write The name of a bully. Someone that is always making fun of you" My mother said. I looked at her confused. But she motioned with her hand for me to do it. So I did. I'd jump off a cliff for my mother. I wrote down SAMANTHA. She hates me.

i don't know why. I never did anything to her.

"Alright now i want you to crumple up this paper as if it was Samantha. Use all your strength, remember all the things she's done to you. And pretend this paper represents all the things you wish to do back."

So i did no questions asked. I used all my might and crushed that paper. There were even a few holes in the paper. I took my anger out on that paper. All the things she's done to ME.

"Good now carefully unfold the paper,try your best to unfold it and take out any creases "

The paper had creases and folds everywhere. I tried my best to bring it back to the way it originally was. But I couldn't. Why wouldn't it go back?

"Do you understand?"

"No mommy."

"You folded this paper alot."

"I know"

"Why?"

"Because Mommy, Samantha makes fun of me a lot so I wanted to say those things back in the paper like you told me too"

"Yes but do you understand that once you did this and tried to unfold it and bring it back to its normal state it would not work?"

"Yes."

"If you had said all these things to Samantha she would be like the crpled paper. And she would never be able to return back to normal. Once you say something to someone you can't take it back. Saying something to Samantha it won't make you any better, it'll make you as bad as her"

My 8 year old self was now crying. i understand what she ment.

"Ally with this second piece of paper I want you to do whatever you want with it"

I grabbed the paper, wrote down something and handed it to my mother.

on the perfectly flat paper not a single crease in sight layed the name, in perfectly pink letters SAMANTHA.

"All better Mommy"

Allys POV present.

I Remember that day so clearly. My mother was the best role model any little girl could ask for.

I looked around, pink and white walls? My room.

What was I doing here? Oh yeah, I blacked out.

I carefully got out of bed there was a throbbing sensation in the back of my head. How hard did I fall? I made my way downstairs to see if anyone was home. Sitting on the couch with his head In his hands was my father.

"Dad?" i barely croaked out.

He didnt even look up. He just stood up and threw something at my feet. I picked it up and there lied my song book. What is he doing with my songbook! no one touches my book.

"What's going on? Dad you know not to touch my-"

"Enough!" he roared, iv never seen my dad so angry.

"Ally what the hell is going on. I read the damn song book to find that you haven't been eating much and that kids are harrasing you? What is up with that?"

So now he cares. I grabbed my coat,songbook and cellphone off the couch and walked out the front door. I could hear my dad shouting my name as I ran off, having no clue where im going.

I love you guys so much! Sorry for the long wait! But thank you for all the reviews. This chapter was uneventful I know but I just kinda wanted to show you Allys mom and dad a little. Review my butterflies! 3