Submitting To The Bully Novels & Stories

She's the only one I've had since I could remember my name. With a stack of flyers in hand, I make my way to the club. I paste them everywhere - on lamp posts, shop windows, anywhere people might see them. Each flyer feels like a cry for help. As I'm putting up the last one, I notice a group of men nearby. They look... off somehow. Taking a deep breath, I approach them. "Excuse me," I say, holding up Lyra's photo. "Have you seen this girl?" Their reactions make my skin crawl. They exchange glances, shuffling uncomfortably. One of them mumbles something about not recognizing her, but I can tell they're lying.

“You're all ganging up on me.” Mrs. Yuna frowned. "You are twisting the narrative. “Ms. Bella, you need to understand that bullying is a serious issue. We want to ensure all our students feel safe and respected on our premises, and if it is proven that your son is bullying others, we will have to take disciplinary measures to address the situation.” “You're threatening my son?” Bella bristled, rising to her feet. “I'll have you know that I'm not going to sit by while you try to punish him for something he didn't do.”

Something that I never did at all. Changing the narrative, finally flipping the tables. Hopefully the principal would be able to see that I was always being bullied from the multiple videos that had been posted online. There was no way I could post bad and awful photos of me, photos of me with a towel or running in the hallways looking scared and ready to die. There was no way I could take them either, it was just awful and unrealistic. Just incase it was needed I had a list of al the bullies. A list of about ten people written n a piece of paper. To make things easy, I would just produce it when needed.

I thought about Mom. She called every Sunday and asked how school was and I always said fine and she always said she was proud of me for pushing through. She didn't know about the bullying. Not the full extent of it. I kept it from her because she worried and because there was nothing she could do and because the last thing she needed after losing Dad was to also lose sleep over me. What would she say about Isaac? I already knew. She would panic. She would say the McCall family was too powerful and too dangerous for people like us.

I am just about to walk away when I suddenly notice Brian next to me drooling over my mate and not being subtle about it. I tell him to wipe the drool off his chin and he replies with, "I will when you do". I smack him upside the back of his head and we walk away. I need to get home. I'm getting a headache from all the howling in my head. I have no idea how I'm going to handle this. Dear Goddess help me. At this point, I don't care if she will be submissive to me. I just want her. All of her. I just don't know how to undo years of allowing the bullying to continue, and even participating for a while. I really have to come up with something that will make her forget all of it. I am so fucked.

Like they’d all been brainwashed. “Call your parents. Tell them to pick you up. Complaining won’t save you here.” She folded her arms. “Bastorin isn’t for whiny kids.” “I’m not whining. But if you were in my place, outnumbered, how would it feel?” She scoffed. “I told you, I went through it too.” “It’s bullying!” “Then how do you stop it? Report it to the academy board? Blast it online?” She laughed bitterly. “Sure, you could do that in another academy. But not here, Anabelle.”

I instantly heard his voice inside my head say: Do you hate bullies? Are you tired of being scared? If you have a bully problem call me, I’m your man! If you call 138-767-3923 your bully will soon be gone! Don’t worry, no one will find out! It was like an advertisement and it drew me closer to him. Then his voice overtook my mind and I couldn't stop it. I heard: I wrote this on as many toilet doors as I could in the school with a big, red, permanent marker. I even snuck into some of the girls’ toilets during class, and wrote my advert. It wasn’t long until my phone started ringing.

she countered. Shaking my head, I answered, “I’m not. I’m trying to help you. But that is by not even engaging with him. I’ve been his adversary longer than you have. I know what I’m talking about. He only lets up when it’s no longer fun for him to play. The best way to deal with a bully is to ignore him. He’ll eventually lose interest and move on.”

There were a few chuckles around the room. "I guess most of you know my stance on bullying. I will endeavor with the help of our head boy, Ryder Stone and our prefects to root out those who feel it is their right to treat others this way, and I ask that you all stay vigilant, and if you see someone being bullied or abused, to help them. Bullies gain their strength from those willing to bow to them. If you stop bowing and start pushing back, their power is gone."

*Flashback* "Stay away from me" a young teenager cried "Or what, Mr. Smart kid?" The bully asked with a smirk on his lips "I'll report you," the boy cried. A girl laughed "Mummy's boy is going to report you to his mommy" she teased him "I didn't do anything to you" the boy on the ground screamed "You still don't know what you did? Even after seeing her here?" The bully asked. He had a big stick in his hand "I didn't do anything wrong" the boy cried