The Bunny Queen and Her King

"B is for beautiful," I said to my mirror self. "U is for unique. N is for nice. The other N is for..."

I looked sadly at my reflection. My eye hurt. Why did they have to punch my eye? Of all the places on my body, my eye?

"It's not that bad," they had said.

"The other N is for new to town." I nodded. "And Y is for young and talented."

I was used to doing this. Incase you're wondering what I'm doing, I'm thinking of all the nice things the word bunny could be turned into.

I pulled my diary out from under my bed.





I closed the diary. My entries usually went like that. All of them. Ever since the third grade.

Why us?