Creative Writing: Growing Up To A Bully

Do it, Emma. Get rid of the pain. I bit my lip, trying to resist the urge, but give in. I pick the sharp blade and place it above my left wrist. C'mon, don't you want to feel better? Tears stream down my face. I want to make things better, but will this actually help.. I exhaled and grazed the blade against my skin. Good. More. I give in again and cut deeper than before. The blood oozes out as little beads and falls onto white tiled floor, coating the floor with blood. I lower my gaze to the floor, taking in the numbness I feel. I take a deep breath, knowing that the adrenaline is kicking in. The feeling is a sort of high I'm addicted to, allowing me to forget everything at the moment. The pains spreads throughout my body to my fingertips to

“I’m going to kill you,” Todd shouted through the halls at Kevin. Then ran up to Kevin and started punching him in the face and the body over and over again. Kids were crowding, so the art teacher, Mr.Gate, ran up and grabbed Todd off of Kevin.

When I was in third grade there was this kid named Andrew. He is a very important person in my memories because he was my bully. It wasn’t the kind of bullying situation that you could fix by telling a parent because he was in my dad’s car. Yes he was a person in my dad’s carpool and there was nothing i could do about it. At school there was an assembly that talked about the types of bullies. They were verbal, assault, exclusion, and cyber. He would do all of those things to me. He would call me fat, ugly, and swear words that i can’t say/write. He was also at my school and we had recess together. When i would go outside he would track me down and he would push me and throw basket balls and soccer balls at me.

The school bus was a cesspool of all sorts of not-so -nice things. I had a very strict bus driver, and a couple of my friends and I made quite a bit of noise, so the bus driver split us up, assigning me a seat with the 8th graders. It was like waving a baby in front of a pit-bull, and I got destroyed. The girls were nice enough but those 8th grade boys really enjoyed calling me all sorts of various male genitalia-based names that I probably shouldn’t repeat here. It was my first experience as a bullying victim, and I was determined to make it my

One day, we were at the field since we had a game against the Psyclones and Emmie was up to bat and Carlie was playing 2nd base without a face mask on. Emmie swing and hit the ball to Carlie, but first of all she was not watching and Emmie drilled it and it………. Hit her face ….. And multiple people in the crowd were screaming “

Jews only make up 1.8% of the population in the United States, which is about 5.4 million people. Of that 5.4 million people 4.3 million of them live in major metropolitan areas like New York City, Los Angeles, and Miami. That leaves 1.1 million Jews living scattered throughout the US forming their own small communities wherever they have settled. I am one of these scattered Jews. I was born in Pasadena, California so I started life as a Hollywood Jew, but at the age of 3 my parents decided to move back to the east coast to be closer to their families who live in New York City and Baltimore. Instead of moving to one of these areas, my family moved to Seaford, Delaware, population: 5,000, Jewish population: 2. Although

For decades bullying has been nothing more than what the average child experience it was almost just a part of growing up. Starting from the elementary school playground next the middle school locker room and finally high school hall ways. Society has only pushed it to the side as a minor problem, prompting kids to face their bully forcing the bully to say sorry and forcing victims to accept the apology with the given of options A. be friends or B. stay away. Unfortunately this 21st century “bullying” has undoubtedly transformed its self into its own monster. Due to more ways of communication and self-freedom kids have these days it seem society has walked itself into something bigger then “minor” bullying.

“Mama! Por favor!” A little girl's blood curdling scream is heard everything goes pitch black. Sofia wakes up with cold sweat running down her face, she looks around everyone is passed out on their beds. She turns around until she’s on her back. Her face is lost in the deep blue ceiling that lays upon her. “10, 9, 8, 7-” she whispered to herself trying to go back to sleep, or at least just let time pass by. After counting to 100 Sofia was fast asleep. “Sofiaaa!” a voice whispered “WAKE UP, you're going to be late!” she groaned in response “Frost is giving an announcement that you can't miss. He's been looking for you.” Sofia ran to the bathroom to get changed, she took one glance at herself before running out. Joe laughed “At least you woke

“Mrs. Mitchell is in critical condition.” Lydia’s face crumpled and she was about to give up hope when the doctor spoke again. “Her legs are both broken and, due to the lengthy time spent without access to blood, almost completely dead. She has two broken ribs, a broken arm, and a minor concussion. Luckily, there was no damage to the brain. I know this must be so hard for you both, but chin up! Although she will never walk again, we are almost positive that we will be able to heal her broken bones and her other minor injuries.” At Lydia’s concerned look, he clarified. “By minor injuries, I simply mean cuts, gashes, bruises and the like. In conclusion, we will be able to help Mrs. Mitchell, but she will have to stay overnight, perhaps for a week or two. Do the two of you need a place to stay?” After the pair mutely shook their heads, Mr. Hal walked up to the front desk, paid the bill, and drove Lydia to his house in silence. “You can stay here until we get your house fixed up,” he told her as they hopped out of the wagon

All the girls started to integrated me. "Hey hey if she said she did not do it she didn't come on" said Rachel backing everyone up from attacking me. No one moved. "Maybe Piggy is telling the truth. Maybe we aren't alone. Remember yesterday?" said Jackie. Everyone nodded and they believed him. Even Rachel. But he was lying no one else hit Sam on the head besides Jackie and know they believed him because of me. It was all my fault. I started to feel very hot in my face. I tried not to think about it to much but I could not get this out of my head. Jackie was guilty and everyone that he was brilliant. He thought since he got me out of this mess that I would not tell but he was dead wrong. As everyone started for camp I yelled "Jackie...Jackie killed Sam!" and pointed a finger. As everyone turned to me and then to Jackie. I still was filled with rage. Before I could shop myself I was running full speed towards Jackie. I tackled her to the floor. For a second everyone stood motionless but a dark haired boy tried grabbing me. He could not hold me back. He yelled for someone else's help "Help! Help!" Finally Rachel helped and she was much more stronger than all of us. As Jackie swung at me Rachel was pulling me back. I had barely

"Sometimes you gotta let something bad happen, or else you wont know how to fix things when they go wrong later."

SLAM! I watched Arnold get slammed into a locker by Steve. I didn’t know what to do. This was a common thing that happened every day. I decided I should tell a teacher. We were learning about algebra, so I had to wait for math to end so I could tell Mr. Willmon what Steve is doing. I thought it will be a piece of cake, but as the class went on, the more I thought about getting bullied myself by Steve. The bell rang and Arnold scurried out of the classroom.

There is nothing like waking up to a blow job to get the day going. I opened my eyes to find Megan's blond head slowly up and down on me as the necklace lifter and fell on my leg while it dangled from my neck.

One day while Tabaktu was making a delivery, a local bully by the name of Java with all his friends, calls Tabaktu over to talk to him in private. Tabaktu hesitates at first but goes over to see what he wants. Java tells Tabaktu nervously, that he needs his help with something later on that night, and plans to go out when everyone is asleep. Tabaktu is wondering why Java is whispering and looking around cautiously to see who is coming around the corner every five seconds. As Java voice seemed to be getting higher and then back low, Tabaktu starts to wonder how would he be able to sneak out without someone in the house noticing him, not to mention his brother sleeps in the same bed as he does with his mom in the same room. Java is bigger and older than Tabaktu, so

So I see that you want advice on how to survive high school and how to deal with teachers, how to deal with test and everything. So the things that you would need to do is just learn to do your work. You need to make sure that you do your homework on time or to make sure that you do what makes you happy.