My Highschool Bully Novels & Stories

He was pulling a poor guy by his collar towards us. Shinwoo was our schoolmate. He's a senior too but he's an outcast. He had suffered from verbal and physical abuse from us. We bullied him a lot. We stole his things before, beat him up, threw basketball in his face for fun, made him pee on his notebooks, and even mugged him.

He, Who is the reason behind everything, that mastermind would have come to help me really! I felt like laughing my heart out and obviously clear the misunderstanding dadda has that Ryley would have been my saviour. Ohh that I could tell him, that bastard is none other than Ryley Shine, the bully bastard who does that to me and to all the students in the school.

Geez. "Anyway..." I looked at him beside me. Oh geez! He's too close! Chill, Marigold. This is nothing. You will never fall for a brainless person. I know I shouldn't brag but, during my senior high school years, I got the highest grade. Until now, I still do. "HEY!" he yelled. "What?" I responded. I looked at the papers I'm holding and started to read the questions. "Did somebody bullied you?" I looked at him without even realizing it. Why is he asking me that?

She gave a sad smile, "He treated my mother with love and respect. We didn't have too much growing up, but we never felt the burns that came with it because Dad made sure we were always happy. We were always together. You know, there was this time in senior high, when this girl was bullying me. She called me smally-Mena and made the others laugh at me. Dad came to the school that day to give me a message and only to see them kicking me around." "Do you remember their names? Just their names will be enough help. I can take it from there." He said casually. Ismena snorted, knowing that there was nothing casual about his intentions. "That was nine or ten years ago, Wolfe. Seventy percent of hum

I walked into school happy it was my last year of torture and bullying. I am a senior and applied to colleges to get away from my hateful family as well. My name is Alexis Zoe Smith and I just turned eighteen and started senior year at Franklin High. I have been bullied since kindergarten and it got worse as I went higher in grades.

His question cut me off guard, my brain moving slowly, “I think you are cool, beautiful, confident and sharp tongued.” A timid smile appeared on his lips as his gaze softened on me, “Thank you for saying that, I like that. But you see, it's another thing for you to get bullied in your high school but getting bullied in the university is another devastating ball game.” “Maybe, that is what happens when your high school bully gets admitted into the same university as you. And he is not just a normal bully, or the type punching you for fun. This is the straight guy you had drunkenly confessed your feelings for. I did it on the night where we had won the annual swimming competition back in High

he adds "Ok. Mine is the one with people you don't know yet" I tell him and giggle at my description. "Bye" he waves running back to his house "Bye"I wave Since then that becomes our little spot and since our parents also become best friends not long after, we by default also become friends. I thought that would be a matter of course all our lives till when we enter high school and my best friend turns around to become my bully.

He had protected me from my callous bullies in high school. My bullies which consisted of my former close friend--Cindy, her obnoxious sweaty boyfriend and her bratty crew were hitting me as usual at the back of the school cafeteria. I had told Cindy to get a life when she was on her daily business of taunting me .I lay on the floor as her boyfriend hit me continuously on the stomach with his beige Timberland boots as I curled into myself to reduce the impact. It didn’t even hurt anymore because I was already so used to it. I could now only wait till when they were done so that I could return back to my class.

“How many times have I told you to stop calling him that?” “But that’s what he is.” “No, he is just a confused man who does not know how to express his feelings.” “I am pretty sure he has expressed them well by showing how much he hates me.” “He does not hate you.” “He does mama, and do you know the funny thing is we were not even classmates. He was my senior in high school. I don’t even understand how he noticed me or had time to bully me when there were other girls in school, and prettier ones in his class, who would die for the attention he gave me.”

Since getting the question about bullying yesterday, Raga kept thinking about Keenan. He remembered the incident a few years ago when he was in high school often bullying junior high school students. The man was afraid if Keenan was one of his bully victims. Back in high school, Raga was famous for being naughty and troublemaker. There was no day without problems that the man made. Almost every day there are problems he makes, ranging from getting caught skipping class, smoking, brawls and also bullying younger siblings. Raga used to be a person who didn't like other people who could be superior to him. If there was someone more popular than him at school, then he would immediately bully him