Bullying Monologue

The mighty gus
I was scared. gus the big fat aggressive school bully. And his 4 brutes for mates preyed on weaker students, abusing there strength, building there ego on the fear of victims.For months I watched him and his gang pick on younger boys, separating them from their friends and beating them up.I knew what they were doing, me and everyone else at the school, but they were left to rampage as they pleased, no one standing up to them as if they where immune to punishment .We were all equally guilty, guilty as Gus and his fellow perpetrators. We should have stood up to them collectively, put and end to this once and for all . The longer we stood back and accepted their behaviour and the longer they were able to rage throughout the school,

I'd been smoking an cigarette in the middle of the school oval behind a wall of fog that hid everthing but red tip of my cigarette. Big Gus and his four meat headed mates came out of the fog, pacing aggressively as they'd formed a circle around me."Keith, you four-eyed freek," the bully said. "It's your turn.". I didn't need any further explanations; I'd seen others after they'd had their 'turn'. It wasn’t pretty. The tactics where far from clean wether it was a kick to the groin or his mates holding down the victim while gus pummelled him with punches, they where no more than thugs.To say I was scared of what was about to happen would have been an understatement I was terrified. Overshadowed by five giants, I knew that even in a fair fight I couldn't possibly win.The fog grew around us, isolating our little group. I sweated in the cold morning air, knowing what was waiting for me, wondering why he hadn’t started the beating yet."What's up freek? Don't you want your pretty face all smashed up? Bet your

"Or I'll flatten you my self. Come on Gus, give the little prick a hiding and lets go, Too bloody cold down here for this shit," he added with a snarl."You call me silly, did you? Bloody pussy. "Didn't call you silly, just said I didn't throw the butt at you."I was answered by a heavy push in the chest, the first sign of physical violence. Staggering back, it was followed by another from the aggressive Gus. He stepped back up to me, the four henchmen close behind, crowding me. "Bloody little coward."He was right I was a coward, so scared I couldn't run, even if I wanted to, even if there was somewhere to go. Inside I quaked in fear. I silently choked back sobs, fighting to hold back my tears. Again the palms of his massive hands stabbed at my chest and, again, I staggered back.The brutes closed back up on me as we moved further and further into the fog.my only positive thought, that the fog prevented my beating being seen,.Not that Gus and his mates wouldn't let everyone know how much of I hiding I got, wether