Romans & histoires Puisi Tentang Bullying

Jeremy pov: As I sat crying in the sand, the big boy looked down on me with amusement. "Hey, little boy. What do you think of yourself?" He sneered, pushing me down even harder. “Pwease, let me go… Mommy!” I called out for my mom, hoping she would come to my rescue. But as the tears streamed down my face and my nose ran, I felt hopeless and alone. That is until a small, confident voice rang out, cutting through the laughter and jeers of the bullies.

So I don't want anyone telling me they don't believe my books or complaining why the author is doing something's they dislike or hate. It's all to get to my main point and reason for starting The BULLIED Series love. Everything I put down had/ has a correlation to the main aim. Hence; the only time you can truly enjoy this book is to KEEP AN OPEN MIND. You need to read this book in the light of REALITY , and in reality anything is possible. Anything can and would happen and most often you can't do anything about it. So please don't be judgmental by saying ' if I was Iris' or ' it's not real' or ' I would never ' ... sweetheart it's reality. ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN.

Listen to trouble by Taylor Swift. "Detention for tweeks!" He snapped, saying that leaving the school premises was a punishable offense. "But I didn't mean to." I whined. He asked what happened, I told him I was being bullied, while chewing out my lips. "So? Was that like your first time? It happens to you all the time, aren't you the one they called mcundies and ugly Betty?" He scuffed. "It hurts a lot and I'm not used to it. You don't even tell them anything concerning this. Do you know this can make a person suicidal?" I blurted. Honestly, I didn't know where the nerves to speak to him like that came from.

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.

I couldn't even muster a response to what had happened, despite knowing I was innocent. I feared they would escalate their mistreatment of me, especially after Lisa's threat. They were rich, and I was just a poor outsider. I felt insignificant in comparison to them. Later that day, I discovered they had posted the embarrassing bullying incident online with numerous hashtags, labeling me as a low-life and a burden among the "elite" students. They claimed they had let me into the school out of pity for my miserable life. I tried to ignore their hurtful words and convince myself that I belonged there and focused on my studies. However, the relentless bullying and mistreatment I endured became t

I held her, stroking her back, whispering nonsense words of comfort, my gaze fixed unseeingly on the crumpled, terrifying artwork strewn across the floor. Each drawing felt like a piece of shrapnel, evidence of a wound we hadn't known was still so raw, so dangerously close to the surface. The bullying hadn’t just reopened the adoption wound; it had blasted open a door to a darker corridor in her psyche, one we hadn't fully mapped.

I hear a few students laughing because I know they can relate. “All those little pitfalls that hit us all in high school and we all had our own ways on how to deal with it alone. Let me not forget to thank those people who were poking fun of me and bullying me because I wouldnt be as brave as I am now without them. The bullies who loved seeing people getting bullied because they know that’s the only thing they are good at. To those people who still experience bullying up until today, get up on your feet and fight for what you believe in. Fight for yourself and don't let other people bully you because all of us are equal.”

he whispered to me on their way out. After they walked out of the cafeteria, I sat there in a daze, feeling utterly defeated. The noise of chattering students faded into a dull roar as I bent my head down on the table and wept quietly. Hot tears streamed down my cheeks, blurring my vision and soaking into the fabric of my shirt. I couldn’t keep up with their relentless bullying, and the thought of this nightmare not ending terrified me. The cafeteria that had always been a place of laughter and chatter now felt like a prison, with walls slowly closing in on me.

But what was he thinking? It's the first time he laid a close look on Gabbie. "I was lost for a while there," he whispered to himself. "She's damn beautiful," he ended. 🔸🔸🔸 Have you been bullied before? If yes, then allow me to comfort you since we've been through the same. Bullying has always been a serious case so don't be afraid to raise your voice, protect your rights. Whenever you feel down, just remember that you are the lead character of your story thus never let antagonists ruin your crown.