Submitting To The Bully Novels & Stories

Nicola and Samuel were feared in the organization and by people but to think they will be sweating like this in front of their boss was enough to explain how powerful their boss was. "My younger sister....she's been getting bullied in her school. T-There is this gang in her school. Filled with nasty teenagers. They k-keep bullying my sister but s-since I can't take action without your permission...I ha-have been out of my mind. I'm sorry. that I didn't ask you. That's because we are not allowed to hit kids." Samuel said and heard nothing from his boss. They kept standing there in silence for a good thirty seconds.

The sharp edge of the paper sliced across my cheek, leaving a stinging red line. A bully? I stood there, stunned, clutching my face. I'd spent my entire life being the one getting pushed around. I'd never bullied a soul. Where was this coming from? "You must have the wrong person," I said, trying to stay calm. "I'm not a bully. I've never hurt anyone—" "Oh, please," she scoffed. "Bullies never admit they're the problem. They just play the victim." "Your adoptive parents and your three 'brothers' just released a public statement. They've outed everything you did to Kayla back at the Academy. They even have witness testimony from other victims!"

And now she doesn't care about him. "Well I saw him earlier tonight but he disappeared all of the sudden." I answered. Sasha seems concerned about something but she stays silent about it. The rest of the night went by quickly and I made my highschool bullies my friends. I even told them we could go out of town for a vacation. And they all agreed.

He backed up to the door and pulled it ajar, letting the bullies enter. Jayce tutted and shook his head as he passed. He was at least a head taller than the rest of them and had fists the size of boulders. Everyone knew this guy was an animal when it came to fighting. It was the consensus that if you got targeted you rolled up and played dead, much like the protocol for a bear attack. "I'm sorry, okay?" Alfie cried. "I'm sorry. I only went with her because she bought me stuff. I don't even like her."

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 smiled. "You shouldn't let them bully you, you should report them to the head of that school, I honestly saw your bruises last time, it wasn't looking good," I said and she looked at me seriously. "You saw it?" She asked and I nodded my head. "That's embarrassing! But what else I could do, you already saw it." She answered and I asked her again why don't she report the bullies instead of letting them hurt her. And the moment I found out that the head is the bully's grandmother made my hand into a clenched. How could they do such a thing to her?

It felt like I was being hit by a freight car, nausea filled my lungs and I vomited, causing them to shift, recording me while I cried. “What the fuck is going on here?” A Lecturer’s voice sounded and the girls shivered, standing and laughing. “To the HOD’s office right now. Bullying is against the school rules,” he says. “Does it matter when my Daddy owns shares in this school?” Gianna asks rolling her eyes. “Right fucking now!” the man barks out and the girls scurry away to the department’s office. I knew then that I was fucked. Nobody will be supporting me except me. I thought so.

But all I see is a smart, sweet kid who deserves better than to be pushed around by some little asshole named Tommy. "Want to know a secret?" I lean in conspiratorially. Her eyes widen. "What?" "Bullies are usually cowards. They pick on people they think won't fight back. So if you stand up to them, they usually back down." "But he's bigger than me." "Size doesn't matter if you're smart about it." I tap her notebook. "You're good at solving problems, right? Well, this is just another problem to solve." "How?" "First, you need to not show him you're scared. Bullies feed on fear. Even if you're terrified inside, you stand tall, make eye contact, and use a strong voice."

He drops them with a flop on an open space then drags his hand down his face. “Esther, if you feel you are being bullied, I would like to hear about it.” It feels good to hear that and know that he is on my side. But how would it look if I ran to the boss with every little problem? Lila is a bully, as is Amber. Hugo giving them reprimands would only make things worse for me. “I can handle it,” I say. “You shouldn’t have to,” Hugo says. “It’s my job. You just have to give me the proof, Esther.”

“Let’s not provoke them. We’re outnumbered. Let’s just... let's just find a way out. We’re going to get into more trouble.” But Avery was past the point of caution. She folded her arms tighter, her eyes burned as she glared at the bullies. “We are not afraid of nasty, fat fools like you! You’re nothing but cowards who only know how to bully girls because you’re too pathetic to face a real man. You spend your days stuffing your ugly faces with junk food while staying rent-free in your moms' basements because nobody else can stand the sight of you!”