Bullying Creative Writing

I don’t regularly get in trouble, but when I do I get grounded and sometimes even worse. There was one time when I got in trouble for using profane language in front of a teacher. I got lunch detention and had to turn in a note to my mom which said, “Marco was displaying harsh words which is an infraction to our school policy and has three days of lunch detention.” I seriously thought it was bull S*** because I was exercising my right of freedom of speech. Unfortunately, that doesn’t apply in school. Anyways, I didn’t care about the lunch detention but I was scared of my mom because she is crazy and would not accolade of my foul language. I got home and tried to hide the note in my room but it didn’t realize that she started cleaning after

“ I don’t want to hear one more word from you, now go back to class.” the principal stated sternly as she assured me out the door. I went back to class and finished the rest of the school day. When I arrived home my mom sent me to my room until my dad came home to talk with me and discuss my punishment. After my dad’s lecture

As I walked along the hallway punching the lockers and walls along the way. I was acting as bad as a gangster. I got an after school detention for not doing my work in science. I don't know who could have done worse. The principal saw me and took me to his office. By the time l was out, I had gotten a suspension. Fire spread in my brain. I went home and slammed on my bed. When mom got home I told her. She was so upset that she grounded me for 5 months. I was as mad as a lion when other lions enter their territory.

So I finished the first game of the soccer tournament and my team won. My family and I decided to celebrate the first win by going out to see downtown St. Louis. I said to my parents “Hey we should go to the St. Louis arch it's not far away and we can get food there ”. Since I was after the game. My mom says “That's a great idea get me the directions there”. So I started typing in the directions on my phone and it said 15 minutes to destination. I told my dad who didn’t want to go “its 15 minutes away from here”. My dad said ”Let's go back to the hotel and you and your brother can go to the pool”. So after a whole argument with him I finally convinced him to go. So I gave him the phone with the directions and said “Don’t forget i'm still hungry”

I would have done things different if i knew my parents would have supported me. I was under the impression that they would be disappointment are worse. Once I told them what happened they explained to me that I could call them about anything, and if i ever got in trouble again to call them first. I was relieved from their statements i thought they were going to cut me off are treat me like an

With my newfound sense of worth - the desire to exact some kind of revenge for being so subjugated was inexplicably tempting. Though some say that by forgiving we become virtuous, was it not Shakespeare himself who said, “If you wrong us, shall we not

i was screaming i ran as fast as i possibly could to my living room where i found my mom laying on the couch watching her real housewives

My sister didn’t say anything at first, but eventually, she said something to dad. Then Dad told Shaney, my no-fun-pain-in-the-butt stepmom, and they brought it up to me and yelled at me. I probably got grounded from everything. My step-mom for awhile and actually still does give me crap about

“Brrrring” rang the alarm. When I woke up I had to take a shower. I woke up around 7:30am just before my grandma came to pick us up(my brother Chris, sister Megan, My mom, and I). We were going to Florida to go down to Disney. All of us are riding in two airplanes down to Disney, and this will be my first plane ride that I went on. My grandma picked us up at our house and the airport is an hour away from us. When we got to the airport it didn’t take long to get through the security to the wait room before we had to go on the airplane. We waited for about an hour for it to arrive and be al set to go.

which i didn't know what they meant by that they started beating on me luckly a teacher came by and stopped them which at that time i slipped away.

"Oh and don't think this means no punishment!" my mom screamed from somewhere outside my room.

I had been back at home with my mum for two weeks before our first big argument. It involved a tantrum, a broken plate and a huge amount of restraint from my poor mum who was probably itching to give me a slap.

I am an irate girl right now. Daddy came in and I whimpered. The only person I more scared of then mom is dad. “My girl, was that necessary?” Daddy said. “No. I’m sorry.” I said. Daddy walked towards me. He held his hand up and I thought he was going to hurt me. I whimpered. Daddy instead stroked me. “It’s ok, my girl.” Daddy said. Daddy walked away and I became hysterical. “Daddy! Don’t leave me.” I said. I cried and ran towards him. I hugged him. “Daddy is going to take mommy to the station. Daddy will be right back.” He said.

The next morning I was woken to my mother telling me that I didn 't need to get ready. School was closed for the next few days for an investigation.

The other 2 kids snickered and started to make funny faces at me. I wasn’t going to let them get to me, but of course, I couldn’t hold my anger in.