Bully Novels Novels & Stories

“Good morning to the students of Valley High. My name is Mia. You might know me as the new girl from Philadelphia. Although by now, I’m likely to be known as the girl who wrote the recent article about the popular crowd in this school.” Mia glanced at the door. No-one was banging on it just yet, so she went on. “The truth is, I wrote that article without considering the feelings of anyone else involved. I did it for my own selfish gain. Which is kind of ironic when you consider the things I wrote about. A friend, or at least someone who was a friend before all this, asked me a hard question. How can I act as if I’m better than the people that I wrote about? Not when I’ve been just as spitefu

Amanda called out, finally noticing the girl walking behind them. In all schools like AHS with a social system, there are bullies. The bullying girls were the most popular ones and highest on the social ladder, and they could be divided into the rude girls and the downright mean one. Amanda was rude and mean. She was a pouchy, thick girl who seemed to have accumulation of fat in all the wrong places, including her upper arms, legs and cheeks, which hours of working out and diets crafted out by the most accomplished nutritionists in the country could somehow still not fix. She was not traditionally beautiful, but her demeanour somehow gave the impression she was a younger Agbani Darego.

Don’t I have the right to like someone too? “Wo…wo… this little wimp has become so much brave. What is the reason behind this? Is it the power of your so-called love ?” she whispered pulling Heidi’s ponytail. “Ouch…leave me. It’s school, not a foster home where you could bully me,” she said trying to take off her hands from her hair. “Wherever I see I will bully you shit...It doesn’t matter whether it’s a school or the foster home,” she grabbed it tightly and left after our class teacher shouted at us.

I tried to push past them, but one girl shoved my shoulder, making my books scatter across the floor. “Aww, don’t cry, little virgin,” another mocked. “Maybe if you weren’t such a stuck-up nerd, someone would actually want to think of fucking you at least.” Tears stung at the corner of my eyes, threatening to spill out, but I bit back the tears not wanting to show any form of weakness right in front of my bullies. I bent down to pick up my books, with my hands shaking violently. This wasn’t new to me here, and the bullying had actually been going on for months but today it hit harder than usual. I felt so small, pathetic, and completely alone in this world that trampled on the weak.

"What the—?!" Lukas whipped his head to the right and saw little Annabel standing there like a pint-sized warrior, clutching an arsenal of pencils, pens, notebooks, crayons, and every school supply she could grab from her room. Her tiny face was scrunched up in fierce determination as she glared daggers at him. "DON'T YOU DARE BULLY MOMMY! YOU'RE A BAD, MEAN UNCLE!" Annabel hurled her belongings at Lukas one by one with all her might—pencils flying like arrows, pens zipping through the air, and even a thick book smacking him squarely on the shoulder. A few projectiles actually connected with his head, stinging sharply.

“Don’t be loud” “You should report to the teacher Lydia.” Ruth pleaded “or I will” Brian’s stomach tightened. He took a step forward A loud slap. cracked through the air. Lydia’s math book flew from her hands and hit the sand. Brian’s jaw locked. The bully stood there the girl with the long braids. Arms folded. Chin tilted high. A cruel smirk on her lips that made her look much older than she was. “Seriously?” she scoffed. “How do you lose your books every day? Are your hands as useless as your grades?”

I was still too weak. Moving in with my grandmother was amazing. I finally made a few friends and enjoyed the rest of my last year of high school. I had studied hard and gotten into college and I was about to be in my last year. I decided to transfer to the pack college for my last year, I was ready now to face my bully.

I loved Mommy and Mia and it felt so sad to know that I was going to meet the bullies again. “Bye, Mommy. Love you.” “Love you, too,” Mom replied, and she drove away. When I got to class, I saw the bullies were waiting for me. They were sitting at the end of the room. Their eyes gazed at me. Even though my other friends had arrived by then, they couldn’t do anything to defend me because the four bad guys had powerful strength, loud voices, and scary faces. Better, I ignored them. “Anya, the illegitimate child, is here!” Daniel yelled, the leader of the four bad guys. When he laughed, he showed his rows of black teeth. Disgusting.

"I don't know ... or I guess I just don't care." "Being nonchalant sometimes gets us into a lot of trouble." Louisa says. The girl flashed a cheerful smile as usual. "Or the other way around," said Lyla. Although deep inside she justified the words of the blood-drinking girl. In fact, her aloof response of surrounding had made people more eager to annoy her. Lyla, who was always bring herself had been the target for bullying by the people around her. ***

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.