Bullying Drawing Novels & Stories

I insist since she seems to have something that she is hiding from me . “ okay..the thing is, I mean nothing. " She insists on hiding whatever she has in mind.. ” please" I persist. “ The truth is Nolan and his friends had threaten us at the end of last academic year. That Incase we associated with you then we would getting bullied like you " I can't believe this. Which type of human being acts so cruel to others like Nolan does. For sure numerous times I wonder what exactly I did to him. He is not only about bullying me himself but even went an extra mile of making all my classmates get a way from me.

Calla's POV The kitchen was dim, lit only by the under-glow of a single pendant lamp above the marble island. I stood barefoot on the cold tiles, wearing a long, black silk robe, my brown hair twisted in a loose knot. A cup of coffee steamed between my hands . I couldn't wait till tomorrow to do this.. I'm so desperate to get this over with. Bullying has never been considered nice. I already got four high-resolution photographs printed on matte paper showing Egi, curled up on the floor, surrounded by laughing children. Her drawing, defaced. A note scrawled in cruel, childish handwriting: “Loser. Crybaby. You deserve it.”

More tears ran down my eyes as I stared hard at him like I could rip him apart If I had the power to. "With every blood running in my veins- I swear to God, I hate you. You have never made me feel human since middle school. You've bullied me more than I could imagine and the only time you ever considered me useful is when I have to do your homework.." "And you've proven to also be useless In that aspect." Dave cut in and his friends laughed, staring mockingly at me. "Your Academic records says otherwise." I snap, and suddenly, his eyes grew cold and with one step towards me, I stepped back in fear, lost control of my footing and landed on the floor again.

She brought out the wooden apple and threw it away, it landed on the bed, bounced and fell to the floor. She was so upset she angrily threw her sheets and pillows against the wall. She finally collapsed unto the seat in front of her desk. Her hand absentmindedly picked her pencil and she took out a plane white sheet from the stack, placing it in front of her. She began sketching, creating every stroke delicately. Fifteen minutes later, she had sketched the image of the person she knew so well, but like her other drawings and paintings, it was incomplete. Her mind went back to what her high-school bullies would always say to her. At this point, she thinks they might be right.

then used my other hand to grab a pen and draw on his face. I draw circles around his eyes and draw a mustache above and below his lips. I also drew stars on his left cheek. On his forehead I wrote. "Kick me." I smirked as I placed the pen back on the table. This is payback for him bullying me the first time we met. During dinner, as Ace and I stepped into the dinning hall, everyone stopped talking and starred at Ace. I, on the other hand, avoided everyone's gaze as I made my way to my seat beside Fred. Better be safe than sorry.

But today, she had her head lowered and didn't say a word. Julian and I exchanged glances. We both clearly saw the confusion in each other's eyes. What happened? I took a step forward, about to ask the teacher what was going on. But Julian beat me to it. "Ms. Warren, did someone bully my daughter today?" Cynthia looked grim as well. "The issue started because there were drawings in your daughter's books. She didn't speak, but she kept playing the message from her small speaker during recess. It said the drawings were drawn by her mom.

"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.

He backed up to the door and pulled it ajar, letting the bullies enter. Jayce tutted and shook his head as he passed. He was at least a head taller than the rest of them and had fists the size of boulders. Everyone knew this guy was an animal when it came to fighting. It was the consensus that if you got targeted you rolled up and played dead, much like the protocol for a bear attack. "I'm sorry, okay?" Alfie cried. "I'm sorry. I only went with her because she bought me stuff. I don't even like her."

"Fuck, after that last one, I'll happily let you draw a pretty picture on my face." The girls smiled brightly and made their way to our side of the table. Brian gave each of them a black marker and flipped a timer. Hycinth was still wearing her heels, making it easier for her to reach me. I felt her draw quick lines on my cheeks and above my eyebrows, before drawing a circle on my nose and filling it in. "Times up!" Brian called out. "What did you draw?" I asked curiously, although I had an idea. She smirked, "You make an adorable pussy...cat."

Her parents, locked in another argument, their words weapons that left invisible scars. "You're never here!" her mother screamed. "I work to keep this family afloat!" her father retorted. Lena clutched her stuffed rabbit, tears streaming down her cheeks. She wished for silence, peace, and the storm to pass outside and within. The scene shifted. Now, she was ten, standing in front of her school's principal. Her teacher had found her drawings—dark, twisted images of creatures that didn't belong in a child's imagination. "Is there something you'd like to talk about, Lena?" the principal asked gently.