Story Of Bullying นิยาย & เรื่องราว

she rambled excitedly. Olivia stopped in her tracks, her brown eyes fixed on Riley. She was a cute girl. She didn't look like an obvious target. "You were bullied?" "Yes…" Riley’s amber eyes lowered. "All the time." That made Olivia remember her first year at Harrington High—the BB girls had tormented her relentlessly. By her second year, she had learned to hide from them. She turned to Riley. "If you want to survive here, stay out of trouble—especially with the BB girls and Zachary."

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.

She could not even unlatch her eyes, the sauce has gone inside of them too. All the students watched the show but never dared to come forward and help her. They winced in pain, indeed prayed to god to send a saviour to save her nevertheless they did not think of coming forward and becoming a saviour for her. She was being bullied but none dared to stop the bullies!

Eleven years ago… Rina was bullied by the famous rich people as usual. The news about her adoption has spread widely among the students. Even Rina herself was unaware of why such rumors exist. There must be someone who’s very jealous of her family success recently, thus making her a target bully.

END FLASHBACK The next year I started kindergarten and met Kayla. She told me the Moon Goddess visited her in a dream and told her about me, that we were meant to be best friends and that I would need her. Boy, was she right? The bullying started in 2nd grade with just names, but it got progressively worse as time passed. Kayla was my one constant in school. Over the years, there were other friends, but they either moved to other packs or joined the rest of our class in the bullying. As long as I had Kayla as my friend, I was ok. It still hurt, but I always knew I had her to talk to about it.

I have always kept it to myself. I used to get stomach ulcers in elementary school and middle school. I got used to the acid. Vomit destroyed my throat. The doctors couldn't pinpoint the issue to bullying. I told them my life at school was fine. They blamed it on stress and my attitude to achieve high marks in all my subjects. My parents sent me to therapy. It didn't help. So, I didn't open up. That's the way it is. If you talk about bullying, something terrible might happen or worse.

At that time all I thought about was how I was lucky to meet a really nice guy on my first day at school, who turned out to be really hot. I had no motive whatsoever to spread rumors that weren't true. But no matter how I tried to convince him I wasn't at fault he didn't believe me. The bullying then started, being tripped in the hallway, punched, food being tossed at you, drink poured on you, rumors spread about you and so on and so on..

"Do you remember in middle school when Billy Watson was pulling your hair on the bus every day?" Billy Watson. I had almost forgotten about him. He had been this annoying kid who thought it was funny to pull girls' hair. Pick on girls. People çalled him the lady's bully. "You made him stop doing that?" "I told him if he touched you one more time, I would tell his mother that he was bullying girls. Billy was terrified of his mother, so he never bothered you again." "And in elementary school?" "Michael Torres was stealing your lunch money every week. I started bringing extra money to school so I could give it to you when Michael took yours. I also told Michael that if he didn't stop, I would t

My story must have gone round the whole school by now, with all the side glances and low muttering beside me. Throughout my life, I have been bullied and insulted for my height and my weak personality. Especially in high school. But the insults increased when news started going around that my father abandoned me and my mother because of my mother's infidelity. It was too much to the extent that my mother was involved with another students parents for calling her a b**ch's on the internet. That was the worst day of my life and one of the things that drove my mother to send me to the camp. The bell for the end of school for the day rang finally. And like someone bitten by ants, I sprang up and