Puisi Bullying Pendek Novels & Stories

His brown eyes that was trying to hide all the fear. “Sólo nos dicen que qué trabajas para” ,(just tell us who do you work for) pushing the gun deep on his treasured possession. He just gave me a sharp look. “You are too beautiful for this job mi amore” giving an insulting smile. I pull the trigger and he was shocked on his face and look between his legs. “The next bullet will let you live in shame for the rest of your life.” I place it again in between his legs, this time I could smell more fear on him. “I am not very patient Amigo, uno…dos…”

I sometimes wonder what will happen if she ever finds out the girl who she calls bitch and other disgusting names was actually her favourite writer. I smirked, brushing my hair with my hands. I dared not go to the locker room, I dreaded seeing the offensive papers that would be waiting for me to cry as I read every insults scribbled on it. My mum doesn't believe I get bullied in school, because she doesn't see any bruise marks on me. I guess everyone needs to be educated on the type of bullies we have. It's not always physical, there's so much more to bullying. "Freak, loser!" Someone called behind me, but I didn't dare look back to see who it was.

She said in a low voice and stepped backward. Just then, i remembered her. She was the waitress in that welcoming ball my mother held for me when i came back. This particular girl was the one who Carolina was bullying, and as i thought about that, i looked around and saw that most of the girls here were at my welcoming ball dressed in a waitress uniform. The time i had in that place was very limited and so i couldn't ask each and every one of them about what is happening to them. It is clear that they are being trafficked.

"Everything is okay between you two now?" "I've never been mates with him," Sam said. "The guy's a worm." There was no sort of compassion in his face. No guilt or pity. Taking a deep breath, Lexi decided to try and talk some kindness into him. "You know I was bullied at school, right?" she said. "You can't imagine how it feels when all your friends abandon you because you're too much hassle and you have to be alone and afraid all the time. Even being at home is no better because you know you have to go back and face it all the next day. Life becomes one long shit show."

Everyone else has someone to share this moment with, she thought bitterly, but I’m just… alone. The memory of the bullying from earlier that day surged back, each taunt echoing in her mind like a cruel reminder of her status. “Look, it’s the orphan. Bet no one’s coming for her,” one boy had sneered, prompting laughter from his friends. Polaris had tried to brush it off, but the sting of their words cut deep, festering in her heart. She felt the familiar wave of humiliation wash over her, threatening to drown her in sorrow.

I was the one who studied until 3 AM and still only managed A-minuses which in our house was the same as a D. The pressure wasn't just from the schoolwork though. That was the least of it. It was the unfair bullying. It started online as a joke by my loser ex-boyfriend and his jerk friends. They capitalized on things like my anxiety, my tendency to stutter when nervous and my insecurity over my plain face. They made memes out of my school ID picture. They started a hashtag that trended through the whole region for a full week. They called me "The Ghost of the Library."

"What a pervert! Your brains are perverted! You don't talk about it at night!" Alif gets confused and tries to protect himself. So innocent. "Why am I being bullied? What's wrong with you? What's wrong with that? Lisa was also crying because she said that her mother was an ex-begenggek. Isn't that right? Her mother used to be a former singer at the cafe." "What an idiot kid! You're talking about it over and over again! It's a shame to hear the neighbors!" Babe is annoyed and pulls Alif. Immediately whispered something into Alif's ear.

I hug her, not wanting her to see the tears in my eyes. The next morning, we arrived at school, and as soon as we got down from the car, a crowd surrounded us, and I knew what was coming. “Leon, don’t tell you are now with the school cafeteria’s top customer?” A guy said, pulling his head back. “Are you now interested in fat girls? You can probably carry her with all that strength.” The crowd started laughing, but my eyes were focused on Leon. There was a small speck of hope, maybe this time; he would stand up for me.

I hated that I seeked approval from my high school bully but anything to make him pleased with me. “Look at my pussy, so wet. All juicy and gooey.” He teased, then he climbed on top of the bed as well, stuck his face inside my core and gave it a lick. I shuddered and bit back what would've been a loud moan as his wet, hot tongue came in contact with my overflowing pussy. He continued to lick it slowly and dreadfully it made me cry out and beg. “Please, Ryan please.” “Not bad. I love it when you call my name with those sexy lips. Do it often, okay?”

“I'm sure there are more indecent things we can do.” A low growl rumbled in his chest, his green eyes flaring. “Don't provoke me, daredevil.” I brushed my lips against his. “Says my ex-bully,” I teased as my fingers drifted down his abdomen and lower. He pushed me to my back and claimed my lips once more. The kiss was anything but gentle, as if were trying to pour all his passion into it. “I thought I'd already earned your forgiveness,” he breathed out, raising his brows.