Campus Bullying Novels & Stories

He had subsequently rubbed it in Thomas’ face, to the latter’s growing rage! If these were the extent of his troubles, Thomas would still find it mildly tolerable. However, the girl he fancied just had to share screenshots of their private conversation on her social media account, and now he was suddenly the target of incessant bullying. His rather slavish attitude in the damning conversation had propelled him to campus-wide stardom, and he had now been crowned ‘The Simp.’ It was the only nickname that everyone would publicly refer to him as.

said Ria's grandmother. "Call us immediately if anyone is bullying you. Ragging is banned in the colleges now but many don't report it," said Ria's uncle. "Don't go around with those who are least bothered with their studies. Hanging around with such students will deviate you from your studies," said Ria's grandfather.

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.

Elena was so overcome that she dropped her wine glass, her eyes rimmed red. "Dante, you want to join the military?" I nodded and continued, "And pursue a double degree in law." Alessia's glasses instantly fogged up. "And a third major in financial management," I added. Giulia covered her face with her hands, tears streaming through her fingers. I looked at them all and smiled. "I also want to establish an anti-bullying foundation and use the clean money we've earned to help kids who were bullied just like me." In the living room, 109 beautiful women wept openly.

"Miss Mary, I think we have seen enough of your... 'performance.' Please step down. The Department will be in touch regarding your conduct. We cannot have a student representing this institution who behaves like a street fighter to a fellow student. I'm sure you possess the school handbook, you know how grievous it is to hit a fellow student." I didn't move. I couldn't. I looked at the comments scrolling on the screen of a girl nearby. @NUAT_Vanguard: The mask is off. Mary didn't hate Becca's 'sin'; she just hated that Becca was more beautiful than her. @MarketWomanSon: She slapped a girl in church? If she can do this in the sanctuary, imagine what she does in the dark. @TheRealTruth: Expel

I stared at my phone, my fingers trembling with rage. “How did they get my private documents?” I whispered. Chloe snatched the phone from my hand. “This is illegal. They can't just—” “They already did.” Students passing our table glanced at me, whispered, and hurried away when I looked up. One girl actually took a picture. I stood so abruptly that my chair scraped across the cafeteria floor. “Take another picture,” I told her. “Maybe you'll finally have something interesting to put on your page.” She lowered her phone.

But then my chest tightened as another memory surfaced. Last time, Nicole didn't just accuse me of plagiarism. She went online and did a livestream, claiming I bullied her on campus. She sat in front of the camera crying. With tears rolling down her cheeks, her innocent face pulled everyone in. Overnight, she had the internet on her side. The comments were brutal. [Wow. Didn't know bullies like that still existed in college. We can't let her keep hurting people.] [Poor Nicole. She got bullied and cheated out of her work! Kelsey's pure evil.]

I asked, turning to the girls who glared at me. “Why? What are you, a boyfriend?” The red hair spat. From their uniform, I wasn't familiar with their school. Maybe they came from far. But it was better to solve the issue fast. I took out my phone and took a shot of each of them. I must have been too fast for them to process what I did, because they all looked surprised. “Hey, why did you take our pictures!” The tallest yelled. Fear in her voice. “To report to the cops, and also to our school. I should report it as…..” I turned to Carly and then to them. “Assault on our school president while she is completely helpless. That’s bullying. Maybe I should do it now.” I pretended to type on my pho

It felt like I was being hit by a freight car, nausea filled my lungs and I vomited, causing them to shift, recording me while I cried. “What the fuck is going on here?” A Lecturer’s voice sounded and the girls shivered, standing and laughing. “To the HOD’s office right now. Bullying is against the school rules,” he says. “Does it matter when my Daddy owns shares in this school?” Gianna asks rolling her eyes. “Right fucking now!” the man barks out and the girls scurry away to the department’s office. I knew then that I was fucked. Nobody will be supporting me except me. I thought so.

Sobbing pitifully, Natasha showed the bruises on her arms and claimed I had secretly hit her in a place with no one else around. "She's tormenting me to death! She humiliates me and hits me every day. She says she'll make sure my life is a living hell for the next four years. I really don't know what else I can do. Maybe death is my only way out." The comments flooded in like crazy as everyone comforted her and tried to talk her off the ledge. They also called me a witch and ranted at the school for not taking any action against me. Campus bullying had always been an issue that ignited much fury in others. When the viewers saw how pitiful Natasha seemed after