Puisi Bullying Pendek Mga Nobela at Kwento

Or if I am being honest, my eyes shined with the true colors of a pure spirit. With that, I set both of my palms on the wall I was pinned with. And the next moment, the bully went flying away from me. I was not sure how that works or what it was called. So I named it my anti-bullying blast. I used it only on the bullies who tried to show their powers to me and try to get submission from me. I was born with the dominating powers, bitches. You can't ever have the satisfaction of my submission. Only if I could tell them before my power blast.

"Why were you even bothering that kid in the first place?" "Because I can.Is there a rule that says I can't?" "Yes!Bullying is not allowed , you dipshit!" "I wasn't bullying the kid, I was just playing with him.I'm sur that's the most fun he's ever had his whole life," "You seem to be allergic to the idea of respecting other people's privacy,"Charli scold me, her voice growing angry with each decibel."First it was my poetry journal-" "No offense but your poems are trash,"I cut in, a mocking smirk dancing on my lips.

Now they are in Situ Buleud, a lake which is a pride of Purwakarta municipal which used to be a rhino bathing site. “Situ Buleud eh?” Alfi said. “What kind of enemy will we fight against?” Herman asked. “Wait a minute,” Kartika said checking her driver. “Bingo!” She added. “Tell me,” Herman asked “Gender: boy, appearance: bad, hobby: bullying.” Kartika explained. “What kind of information is that?” Herman asked in amazement. “It's just enough. We just have to find someone who bullies the innocent one.” Alfi said.

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.

Harvey says gently. Quinn, infuriated by his words, angrily scolds him, "Isn't that the case? You tricked me into coming home, and now you're playing tricks on me. You're definitely bullying me. A rascal like you can only do things like this, right? Bullying a weaker girl?" Harvey bursts into laughter, not expecting Quinn to genuinely consider herself weak. Physically, she might not be as strong as him, but her personality is far from weak.

As you may all know by now, I’m a victim of bullying at school. You may also know that everyone has a breaking point. Yes, I snapped and I’ll tell you how it happens. You know the saying “stick and stones may break my bone, but words may never” - that’s a lie. Those words cut deeper than a two edged shored. The truth is that I could deal with having no friends at school and I could deal with eating at alone at lunch, but I could not deal with persons hitting

I asked myself. "I really really hate you a lot for bullying the weak, I might as well as just go ahead and beat you into a pulp but despise that, I don't care about the grudge you have with Reed or with any other student in this school but as far as we are here, this should be the last time you ever try to Bully the weak, if I ever hear that you bully the weak again huh, Am gonna have to come for your head and it there won't be mercy This time around" Brenda warned and next was the sound of the School bell that indicated that it was time for School Lunch

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.”