Bullies Characters Novels & Stories

she asked, but I told her to focus on training after I explained everything to her, which she agreed to. I looked to see Ella talking to Theo, though it wasn't long before he returned to his position. Remembering Bluey's words, my breath sized. I know it was an illusion, but somehow I felt it was true. Bluey was just like Ella, though calmer, often bullied by my sister Bella and Lizzy anytime she came around. But one day, she stood her ground and confronted them. They stopped bullying her, and we became close. The day I took her to the cliff, which had a beautiful stream but small by the side, was the day the vampires came.

She had walked right up to the bullies, her determined expression unwavering, and calmly asked them to leave Max alone. The bullies had initially laughed at her, mocking her for her audacity. But Hannah didn't back down. She used her words like a shield, standing her ground as she questioned their actions, highlighting how unfair and cowardly it was to pick on someone smaller and weaker. Her eloquence surprised everyone, including Lucas.

Or someone is being bullied again? Hmm, I’m getting curious about how it feels to be bullied. I slowly walked towards there and intruded on the students so I could better see what they were looking at. I saw the woman who only studied here because she had a scholarship. She’s always being bullied because she is poor. Well, all students here are rich and other people think that this school is only for rich kids. I frowned when I saw Ysay slap Cherry on the cheek. Ysay is the number one bully here. She bullied students she doesn’t like. Cherry is a new student, she just transfer here a month ago and when students know about her being poor, they bully her.

"Aurora is such a pathetic thing, you know. I've never understood why she's so gullible and foolish.” Oh, I hated standing there and hearing his bullshit. Aurora's only crime seemed to be loving this douchebag and frankly, I wondered what she saw in him. Sylvester had been a dick since we were kids and clearly time didn't fix that. “We had a deal, man," I groaned. “Tell me who marked her so we can start finding him." “It's funny what you miss when it's right under your nose," Sylvester drank leisurely. "Don't worry, you won't have to find him.”

I open my eyes and surely enough, Mike is standing there with two of his cronies backing him up. Mike is the school’s jock and let me tell you he can’t get any more stereotypical. He dates the head cheerleader, who happens to be a bitch, and likes to bully the outcast crowd. And like any typical bully, he has to have what I like to call his ‘bitches’ back him up. I mean, he already towers over me, do you really need the backup dude?

"Now look! Watch how this God for nothing disgraced this family!" Mrs Brooks watched how her daughter was kicked down, poured strawberry juice and shortcake. She was furious, how could they do that to her daughter?. "You're such a foolish man Jack! Can't you see that your daughter is being bullied by those lowlives," She shouted. "Ohh so you're in support of this retarded being?" He questioned, getting more infuriated. "My daughter is not a retarded being, you are the retarded one her!" She yelled and he hit her on her face, making her yelp.

‘‘Come on tell her that you don’t need her, we are your type, the kind of cool and handsome guys you should be seen hanging out with,’’ Rya repeated as Vince stood, they’re with all is bad boy charm and glory. ‘‘I don’t know what this is all about, but I didn’t like you guys and making another human feel bad for you to feel good isn’t the right thing to do,’’ Barbra jeered at them. ‘‘You don’t step on another human to rise up or feel great,’’ she explained hoping that her words would have a sudden effect on the bullies, the truth is that no matter what she did or said, they would never change their ways or do anything better or humane to me.

That picture wouldn't leave my mind any time soon. Not typical of a villain, huh. Exactly. I was an upholder of the principle: action speaks louder than voice. My behavior, my interest—they all were pointers that I was a unique breed of villain. It got me squealing—mentally, because I'd begun to worry I was an empty vessel. One—like the other villains—that faked the extent of their wickedness. I didn't scowl like them. Didn't dress like the devil's right-hand man. I was genuinely quirky.

She told and Maggie nodded. “Good,” she responded coldly. They all went silent and kept waiting for the boys to arrive. Then suddenly, the bullies in Fighter’s class began to approach them. They got to where the ladies were and stopped in front of their table. They all looked at them in confusion. “Why are you here?” Ashley asked furrowing her brows. “You need to be careful with those guys, you are not who you think they are. They are demonic and they kill people.” Ashley and Maggie exchanged looks, and then looked at the bullies.

Indeed, the bullies were keeping their distance from me. All that mom had told me about them played like a broken record in my head. Bullies look for easy targets. They pick on those who come off as weak and vulnerable, because such people cannot fight back. But when someone shows strength, resilience, and confidence even just in how they carry themselves, the bullies steer clear of their path. Who wants to mess with a resilient rebel and get humiliated? And today, I was sporting all the qualities of being a badass rebel.