I was a seventh grader in camp and for some reason a group of 3 took a cute bicker a bit too far and ended up turning it into bullying, which i was unfortunately on the receiving end.
One of them apologized to me, but I was left with very strong feelings towards the one that was the most merciless of the 3. I tried forgiving her over the years, but every time I think of that individual those pangs return. In the memory of such a full of life, awe-inspiring, and bright person as Charlotte, I worked on getting rid of the feelings and it’s almost gone.