I am Bonnie. Not the girl you disliked. Not the girl who you pushed around.
I have mid length, dark brown hair. My dark, brown eyes gaze at you from across the street, even on a wet day. I am petit and small.
The other Bonnie you thought you knew doesn’t exist in the real world. She had mid length, dark brown hair. Her dark brown eyes glared at you from across the street, especially on a wet day. She was short.
Do you need me to tell you the difference between who you thought she was, and who I am?
I thought you would. The difference is that I don’t let you walk all over me. I don’t listen to the nothingness that comes from your mouth. I don’t watch you hurt me over again.
The difference between me and her is that I know who I am and what I am not. She was always upset because of the things you said. I am always happy because of the things I did about it.
This is me. Bonnie Jay. I have mid length, dark brown hair and dark brown eyes that gaze at you still, even on the wettest day.