80s Bully Novels & Stories

I sat in the back and so did the four bad boys of the school. Scott Franklin, Steven Anderson, Seth Greyson and last but not least Dean Smithson my worst bully. I used to crush on him till he knocked me down and yelled I was a stalker. I went home crying and my family just laughed at me. They always laughed and I was told to either stand up for myself or fall down and stay down. Life for me sucked and I saw no end in sight.

He's half Japanese, half American, and we're the same height. On the other hand, Jacob was known as the "bully king" of Adamson High School, not only because he had a towering physique but also because he liked to use his size to intimidate others. As a prominent member of the school's rugby team, Jacob relished in his role as both an athletic powerhouse and a feared bully. With his broad shoulders and muscular frame, Jacob was an exceptionally talented rugby player. However, his physical power and on-field success had translated into an inflated ego and a tendency to use his force in non-sporting situations. This behavior had earned him a reputation as someone to be feared, especially by th

Oh no, looks who's here. "Great, just what I need," I moaned. Three older males who attended my school and had bullied my friends and I since we were approximately twelve years old were sitting on one of the ramps. They teased me the most because I was the only girl at my school when they came. We were unable to accomplish anything until one of my friends' groups Shifted, and I couldn't wait to finally bash their asses. The main jerk, Todd, sneered as he saw us, "Ah look who it is, Marty." They all came over to talk to us. Twin brothers Marty and Todd were as cruel as they were ugly. They socialized with Josh and Mac, two other guys.

“She smiles more now.” Tommy grinned slowly. “Maybe somebody should stop bullying her then.” I rolled my eyes. “I don’t bully her.” All three of them stared at me silently. Then Tyler burst out laughing. “BRO.” I grabbed a pillow and threw it directly at his face. But even while they laughed— One thought stayed stuck in my head. Hannah Foster was changing. Slowly. Quietly. And somehow… I had a feeling our story was only beginning.

He didn't see how they'd been picking on me—and even worse, he was siding with them. "What did you say?" My voice was shaky. "Apologize to my family!" Wayne growled, his jaw tight with anger. I snorted in fury, yanked my wrist free, raised my other hand, and slapped him hard across the face. The sharp crack rang like a gunshot, and the room went eerily quiet. "I'm not apologizing for a damn thing!" I yelled. The silence stretched for a few seconds before someone broke it with a clap. Lucy, who had remained silent up until now, got up and made her way over to me. She threw her arm around my shoulders, clearly excited and overjoyed.

In their eyes, their friend has gone mad—why else would he kiss me? Suddenly, one of his friends whistles loudly with two fingers stuffed into his mouth. I recognize him as Henry Scampert. He has been relentless in his bullying ever since middle school. There was this one time he dipped my whole face in the toilet, and trust me, he didn't care that I was a girl. He still used all of his force. "Brandon!" He shouts. "Did you lose a bet or something?!" Brandon freezes before slowly putting me back down on the ground. I have no idea what could be going through his head. Despite this, I still hide behind him when Henry approaches us. Brandon glances down at me in return, and some emotion I can't

Troubled in the 80’s What can I say about the 80’s. Many remember this time as the decade of hair scrunchies, neon colors, and Aqua Net hair spray. I have different memories of this time. While many of the girls in my elementary school had their hair crimped and walked around with Lisa Frank accessories, I had crooked uncombed hair and a pencil. Now I’m not saying that I was the only poor kid in my schools, at most of them there were plenty of us. In total, I went to six different elementary schools. Most of them I entered in the middle of the year. Meaning I was always the “new student” and had to find friends when everybody already had their friend groups. I did manage to find a neighborho

"Are you just saying that to make me feel better?" "Do I seem like the type? Don't you remember how we met? Me teasing you with my friends because you didn't have a dad? Do you remember what that led to?" I smiled faintly, thinking back to that beginning. It had been so long ago, and it was hard to imagine the man in front of me as the little bully he'd once been. Lawrence had been relentless back then, and I'd had no choice but to stand my ground in that pretentious, rich-kid school.

, I said bluntly. He was taken aback by my response but he composed himself. "You're one to talk, you're the one who fell in love with your boyfriend's bully and helped the bully bring him down", he said with a smirk. "Bully?" "What the hell are you yapping about?", I asked him, having no clue of what he meant. "Lewis and Mason were classmates in high school." "Mason would always bully him whenever he had the chance." "He always took whatever Lewis had but Lewis never retaliated."

I understood my hatred for bullies, but these were kids. Of course, I knew that, but kids that'll turn out to become monsters and my sweet Hunter will be their victim. “Don't yell at us! Do you even know we are? Besides, why does it matter to you anyway if we bully him? He's just a wimpy kid with no parents.” The kids laughed; it sounded so simple, but I knew it had an inside joke to it. “It bothers me 'cause he's my son!” My tome of finality rang through the air, and it caused simebec for a few minutes before those stupid kids, permit my words because these are demons, not kids, burst into laughter.