Novel & Cerita Bullied

I sighed. “They could have stopped this!” “So could you. If anything, the four of you helping me would have been easier and more effective.” Noah looked like he wanted to argue, but decided against it. “Think about it. What happens when someone older interferes with people getting bullied?” They didn’t respond. “Either it gets worse, or nothing happens. People like that have no respect. In the early days, people got suspended, kicked out, classes got rearranged. But in most of those cases, it didn’t work because it ended up being my word against theirs. When it comes down to it, what parent is going to believe the word of the ‘wolfless’ girl over their own chi

"Yes, just one month, and they'll forget about you." Their laughter echoed as they teased me. Lizzy finally let go, saying, "Lizzy, let go before she cries. Oh no, poor lamb." Their laughter faded as they walked away. I rushed into my room, holding back tears. I didn't know how to process everything. Was I cursed? Why couldn't I experience happiness? I was bullied constantly, with no genuine friends. Just as I thought I was alone, I heard a voice beside me. "What about me?"

I couldn't do anything about my best friend who had drugged me and put me in a stranger's room so I could be taken advantage of, because she was pregnant. “Yes, but it's okay. We are settled now and I'll take it that we are both sorry about what happened yesterday. I'll take my leave,” I said and turned my back ready to leave but he repeated that familiar phrase. “Where do you think you're going?” And I froze. “Home?” I said gently as the dramatic guy got to his feet and stretched forth his hand to shake. “Hi, I'm Mason and I'm this big bully's personal assistant, please don't leave yet. Why don't you freshen up while we get you a change of clothes," he snapped his fingers and returned to a

I should have known better than to try and fit in. With my head bowed in submission,I bit my lower lips as I obediently turned back to her. I thought that if Vincent stopped bullying me and I dressed better it would be fine but I still put an effort in my dressing and still got bullied. " Such a pity you never learn,tch tch tch ,You should learn how to stay away from things that don't belong to you" Tina said with her hands on her hips as she stared at my pathetic state in triumph. 4 against 1 is that even fair?

I never knew he was this disgusting. “You guys are disgusting,” I said, lifting my chin. “I’m not scared of you, you know. You’re just a bunch of socially-stunted shitheads. That’s probably the only way you can get it, isn’t it? Bullying girls into giving it up? No wonder your sorry ass got dumped.” Shit. Justin’s demeanor shifted on a dime, all traces of joking washed away. “What did you just say to me?” I shrugged, shifting my glare to Derek.

I shrug, switching my books and shutting my locker. "Don't be a prick, Oaks." He tugs me back to him, not too close though. "You know not everyone has it as easy as you" he says, and i know he doesnt mean for it to hit so hard. But it does, I shrug him off, and shake my head. "You think I have it so easy?" I taunt, shaking my head. "I get bullied for being attracted to someone. I get beat up, Ford. Punched. Kicked. Called names. It's not easy"

Everyone else has someone to share this moment with, she thought bitterly, but I’m just… alone. The memory of the bullying from earlier that day surged back, each taunt echoing in her mind like a cruel reminder of her status. “Look, it’s the orphan. Bet no one’s coming for her,” one boy had sneered, prompting laughter from his friends. Polaris had tried to brush it off, but the sting of their words cut deep, festering in her heart. She felt the familiar wave of humiliation wash over her, threatening to drown her in sorrow.

I hate been constantly bullied. "No, I won't take this!" I say and pulled her hair hard, "you're the bastard!" I yelled at her. I pulled her hair harder, she called me a bastard, so hurtful. I use all the pain and anger in me, slapping her face till the guy with her pushed me so hard on the floor, my lip got injured. So much blood coming from my mouth, I touch my teeth, they are bleeding...

The reason the bullies always have the upper hand is because they are willing to address the truth, they didn’t care about what the society is ashamed of or is willing to go to multiple extents to ide. For instance, I am fat and I am ashamed of that I didn’t want to accept it. Unlike the gossipers that will tell me that I am God’s image and likeness and go ahead to gossip about it, they are blunt about it. ‘Yeah Fatrez, you are fat, you actually look like a hippopotamus,’’ that’s the language of the bullies. Very true, straight to the point, no sugar coating. That’s why the truth always hurts, I really don’t want to be told that I am fat. “Oh,’’ I simply gasped at Barbra’s detailed explanati

she hugged me when she was on the verge of tears. I stayed in her embrace for a few minutes before disengaging. “What are you going to do? Have you told your mom about it? Surely she wasn't happy about it” “I didn't. We both acted like we've never met before” “Is that the right decision to make?” “I don't know. I just don't want my mom finding out that he bullied me. She's about to get married into his family” “If you think that's right, I support you”