Spider Man Bullying Novels & Stories

“That's me, sir. Please, can I come into your office? I urgently need to speak to you.” He gives me the go ahead, and I step it. I'm a law abiding student, so I simply sit down and pour out my heart to Mister Spellman. I tell him how Marlon has made himself my self designated bully, and what his latest trick is. Mister Spellman doesn't believe me, so he asks me to step out with him, and as soon as he walks out of his office, he sways from the amount of garbage that has littered the hallway.

"Remember I was the one who wiped all the wounds off your face and knuckles, E. I am not afraid of you. You are my best friend." His jaw clenched under my palm as heat radiated through our body and I felt my insides churn when I realized I made him remember about his bullies. Growing up with unmatched eyes as a child, he was bullied by other kids. Sometimes, I found him with blood splattered on his face behind the school or they would lock him up in one of the lockers in the swim locker room. Me, Rio, and Liam scared bullies and tried to save Ethan whenever we could, but then Ethan stopped talking to us, hated how he wasn't normal and hated his heterochromatic eyes. One day, Ethan stopped co

The people might not have the face of her bully, but she knew that she was being bullied. Remembering how those men talked about having her all to themselves before ending her scent shivers down her spine. She was strong, of course, because of the defensive classes she got to attend due to the continuous bullying, but she knew that she wouldn't be able to face all seven men by herself. Although she didn't know who Blurry was and why he helped her out, she will be forever grateful to the wolf for fighting for her. Roman and Lucas remained still watching Adrianna and Luna Brenda hugged, and that was when the doctor stepped in,

She knows him. Nicholas Rodrigo bumped into us a few months ago when mom took me shopping and he greeted her like a gentleman that he isn't. Mom fell in love with him. I told her he is my bully but she didn't believe me. She always tease me about him. I kept tossing in bed last night, thinking about what happened and asking myself if it is real or unreal. I couldn't sleep till it was morning already. "Arianna", she calls me. I don't feel like telling her anything so I turn my back to her and say aloud.

as a spoiled kid. "Hey! What's up?" A man asked as he approached someone. "Sup Zane! Been doing great, how about yourself?" The man replied as they did a handshake. "Couldn't go out for two days. I got scolded by dad for bullying our classmates and stuff. It just went through one ear and left on the other though, it was lame as it could get," Zane explained and laughed. "You really shouldn't have gone that far in the first place. Well, it's also their fault for being lame and useless," The guy replied as he walked in a fancy way.

"I get bullied for being attracted to someone. I get beat up, Ford. Punched. Kicked. Called names. It's not easy" "I'm sorry, i didn't mean it like that i just- My parents would care. I'd be shunned" his eyes glance around, likely keeping an eye out for his football friends. "I get it" I whisper, nodding. "See you at our spot?" he asks, his eyes lighting up with hope. "Of course" I nod, and then I'm heading to class. I feel sick to my stomach. — "You're even more irritating than I thought" I mumble, writing down some ideas for our project. Mrs. Lowey is my favorite teacher, and her class is one of my favorites. She teaches biology. Our project is to study a wild animal.

Throughout my time there, crying was frowned upon; it was seen as a sign of weakness, and the punishments were severe. During my first year, I endured constant bullying from other students due to my small frame and unique silver hair, making me an easy target. Eventually, the bullying became unbearable, prompting me to seek refuge in the principal’s office. However, instead of help, I was met with condemnation, as she screamed at me, deeming crying a waste of time and an insult to the institution. I was deprived of food and water for a week as punishment for being weak.

I whispered the last part, but he heard. His eyes flickered, and this truth was one he didn't want to tell. I opened my mouth to tell him he didn't have to say anything, but he began to speak. "Zion was my high school bully from the ages of 10 to 14, and it started because I stopped him from harassing a girl in a wheelchair, so they made me their target. I hated life and school because of what he and his friends did to me every day. I told no one, not even my parents, because I was ashamed and afraid it would get worse."

My school bully. He would stop at nothing to ensure I left high school a deranged, crazy person. He was driving me insane every second of the day and I know he realized what he was doing. His breath left the hairs at the back of my neck standing, and as much as I wanted him to back off me because his prescence always made it feel like the bottom of my stomach was going to drop, I knew I wouldn't dare. No one could dare stand up to Dave Hallman. His father literally owns this school and half the state. Rumors had it that he even had some connections with dangerous, ruthless underground mafias.

Austin played along and asked, "Why do you think, Spence?" Hyacinth's hands were clenched to a tight fist under the table. "Simple. Those who bully someone is a person who lacks attention and greedy as hell. That only shows how pitiful they are— they needed to hurt someone, to demean someone and act as though they are superior just to be relevant. In they end, they're not someone big. They won't matter. Those bullies will just push everyone further away. That when they are six feet under the mess they made, everyone won't feel bad for them."