Novel & Cerita The Bully In Charge Chapter 1

A burning surge of raw adrenaline exploded through my veins, completely overriding the white-hot pain throbbing in my skull. I pushed my palms into the dirt and forced myself right back up onto my feet, shaking the dust from my clothes. This girl was absolutely not ready to let this go, and watching her smug face made a hard truth snap into place inside my mind. Sometimes, staying quiet and walking away is not the right answer. Sometimes, silence just makes a bully hungrier.

He was my hero, always ready to stand up to his brother and protect me from harm. As the teacher entered the classroom and began the lesson, I realized that nobody was going to sit next to me again. As I sat in class, my heart dropped when the door flung open and in walked Steve, the school bully. I had completely forgotten that he was in my class, and I prayed he wouldn't spot me. "Mr. Hamilton, why are you late?" the teacher asked, clearly unimpressed. "I was sleeping," Steve replied nonchalantly.

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.

MY BULLY IS PSYCHO CHAPTER SIXTY FIVE ISABELLA School was kind of different in the next few days, and I would say that it got a whole lot better. I could surely get used to not having my path blocked each time, it was also nice not having to look behind my shoulders each time.

Admitting it out loud meant I'd have to open doors that I don't want to enter, for my sanity. I put my phone, keys and wallet into the pockets of my hoodie. Going downstairs I clattered my teeth, it was really cold and I hoped I didn't make the wrong decision by wearing these flared leggings. I looked around for mum until I realised she had gone next door to gossip with miss Collins. She was a sweet lady in her mid forties but when it came to gossip and drama she was the number one person to go to. And I believe my dad had gone to an important meeting with none other than Mr. Costello. How ironic and convenient it is that my dad does business with my bully, or enemy. They're both pretty much

I mumbled to myself, wiping my tears. I would never be Ashton's type. He didn't do losers. I wiped the unending tears with the back of my palms as I pulled what was left of my dignity and blindly left the mansion. * School was always the same for me. Head to school, get bullied, learn what I had already read about, head back home, repeat. Sometimes, I was lucky to be in the shadows and away from the reach of my sister's bullying. But today was different. The air seemed to whisper my name as I walked into the hallways, my books pressed to my chest. I kept my head down as usual but still, I could feel the stares of everyone on me even though I walked along the sides of the hallways.