Bullworth Academy Novels & Stories

He didn’t offer a ring. “The driver will take the girl to the North wing. You’re coming with me to the office.” “What?No!” I stepped toward Mia. “Im staying with her. She’s scared, Julian.” Mia looked up at me with mixed facial expressions clutching me even tighter. “She’s a Silverton ward now,” Julian said, his voice clipped. “she will be fed, clothed, and educated. But you have a role to play. There’s a press conference in an hour. My grandfather needs to see us together, looking blissful.”

The principal clears her throat, but my brazen mate ignores her. “I was particularly impressed at the cheerleaders who barely made it here today who chose to bully others like me. Had you girls been a little more kind we dorks, geeks, and losers, you would be receiving scholarships to top schools like Helen Matthews, Full Ride Harvard University, Clara Daniels, Full Ride, Northwestern University, Martha Andrews, Full Ride Sanford University. And let’s not forget the boys who became men though bullying as well. While the captain of our football team barely scraped a D in English this year, the man he pushed around Tom Howard will be Attending MIT in Boston come August on a full scholarship. E

she hisses, “hired an investigator to dig up my family secrets. What kind of 12-year-old wastes their time and money researching the private life of another student? Anyway, he used his newfound information to harass me and then spread the information throughout the student body. When my father brought it up to the principal and demanded to know what the school was going to do to make the bullying stop, the principal laughed in his face.” “My father threatened to sue them, to have the school shut down. And he meant it. But do you know what the principal said? He told my dad that he was more afraid of Maximillion Preston III than he was of anything my father could do. Max Preston didn’t just

She always does. Moving means another school and having to adjust and face maybe even worse bullying. I cried myself to sleep, refusing to eat dinner or even have breakfast before leaving the house the next morning. As soon as I arrived at school, something even worse spoiled my mood. Jace Carter. The school’s hottest jock and the nation’s golden boy. At the age of sixteen, he managed to get into the national hockey team and is barely around for classes. In sophomore year, he had called me “spear-chucker” in front of the entire cafeteria because I bought dumplings for lunch.

He tried to shake the spindly arms away, but he only clung on tighter. "Please save me," Alfie cried. The terror in his voice was so extreme it made Sam's face transform with shock. When Jayce's eyes met his, the bully burst into hysterical laughter. Just after the lunch bell, a whistle sounded and the crowd dispersed, knowing Mr Kerrigan would soon be making his way over to check on the situation. "Alright, people, lessons are starting, get moving," he urged in a voice filled with disinterest, ushering the groups of students along their paths.

Andy Brixton looked upon the players that joined sporting teams as if they were royalty, with the soccer team placed at the top tier. This is a school that prides itself on achievements and accolades both academically and athletically, lining the walls of the long hallway with huge, glass cabinets filled with golden trophies and the Bulldogs, being the state's high school soccer champion winners two years in a row, meant the players were elevated into popularity status among their peers.

Of course… British Academy was one of the three most influential schools in Britain. “What is he doing here?” “Settle down class.” Henry said. And everyone did. I raised my head, staring at Henry. “Mr Goldwells,” he bit out. “It is indeed a pleasant surprise to have you with us.” “Thank you, Mr Gareth—” “As you know…” Henry began, cutting Andrew off. “We're already well into third year so I do hope you plan to focus more on trying to catch up with us than certain activities that boys your age tend to indulge in.”

Maybe he was, there was simply no way to predict how the elite boys of the academy behaved when their reputations were on the line. Could she even survive that kind of public humiliation? The moment they stepped through the iron gates of Bournemouth Shifter Academy, Nessa instantly noticed something off. Wolves were staring at her, not the usual subtle sneers or mocking glances she received as a wolfless outcast, but something entirely different. Heads turned in unison as she walked past, hushed whispers rippled through the courtyards, and students openly gaped at her as if she had suddenly transformed into a ghost.

“I wonder why the principal hasn’t said anything yet, but I’m pretty sure he’s heard about the fight.” I subconsciously began fiddling with the edge of the tablecloth. “According to the manual given to me—” “Fuck the manual, girl,” Belle snapped, rolling her eyes. “That’s just the school’s way of encouraging bullies to suppress scholarship students.” Josh frowned. “Wait, what? I thought we were the first scholarship students in this school?” “Nope.” Belle shook her head. “A student was granted a scholarship sometime last year, but she was bullied and treated badly.”

Maverick’s eyes traveled down to the blue jean skirt I wore, and emotions traveled over his face. Ones I couldn’t decipher. They didn’t last long, because before I had a chance to plan my escape, he grabbed the hem at the front of my skirt and ripped it. “No one wants to see you in that, don’t ever wear it again.” It wasn’t my skirt. It was Haley’s. She knew he bullied me, but not all of it. How could I explain that to anyone? No one else would believe me. Why would they? Everyone loved the King of campus.