Priscilla and the wimps It was like any other day, I was walking down the hall with my friends. We called ourselves the Klutter’s Kobras. And I was the leader, the Kobra. So back to the story, me and my friends were walking down the hall filled with lockers. There was this kid five feet tall walking down the hall with his lunch. I realized it was Melvin Detweiler. He was my favorite kid to pick on because he came in the hall everyday. He saw us and ran the other way. We chased him down and we finally caught him. He dropped his lunch and I slammed him against the lockers. “Hi Melvin,” I said in my “bully” voice. “What is it a pass for this time?” Melvin asked. “How about…” I said, “Being short,” “It’s a dwarf tax,” my friend stated I am alone with Melvin and Priscilla. “Who around here doesn’t know Monk Klutter?” I said by myself. I reach out towards Melvin, (which I would usually never do,) and told him, “You need to educate your girlfriend,” Before I got to him, Priscilla got me in total necklock and I was struggling to break free. My neck was popping so much I thought it was breaking. And then the next thing I know, Priscilla pushes me in her own locker like a stuffed animal. And closes it. “Help! Help!” I yell inside the locker. I hear Priscilla’s boots slapping down the hallway and I hear Melvin thanking her to save me. So I had to reach my phone and call my friends to get me out of the locker. They came half an hour later and unlocked the locker. We walked down the hall and they were all laughing at me because I got beat by a girl. I ended up telling the principal and he was holding back a laugh. I ended up getting suspended for three days because I was bullying Melvin, and Priscilla just got detention. How does that work? She locks me in a locker and I tease a kid and get detention. We go home and hang out and eat pizza like normal kids and I was really not accepting myself because I got beat by a
Ms. Hiatt had an assembly to try to stop the contest. The fifth graders did not listen to Ms. Hiatt. The principal got mad and she yelled at Dave in front of the whole fifth grade and used a bullhorn. He felt like she was a bully so he yelled back at
kicked out of the class. The sequence ends in a funny way as the whole
Once upon a time in a old and smelly school yard with only a basketball court a boy named John Gotti that was blue, grey, and tall was rough on everyone.There was also another boy that was small, red, and with green hair, and his name was Ryker Smith.Ryker was 13 year old boy who was really strong, and good at basketball since all they had was a basketball court.John had found a small, nerdy, and fat, and started to bully her as hard as he could.That is when Ryker had just came out of the cafeteria, and saw that John was bullying.That is when Ryker comes in and pushes John off of the girl, and says” Pick on someone your own gender.” That is when John says “It’s time for me and Smith to fight.”That is when a teacher sees that they are about to fight.She steps in and say” Yall stop,” John had got mad that they had to stop fighting, so he told Ryker “See you tomorrow.”
As I rush in the building I do not stop to put my bike away I just throw it to the ground. As I enter the class the teacher, Mrs. Bob, points a long, scaly, pointy finger at me and says the worst words that I will ever hear, “ This is your last tardy you will stay after school and clean the roof for detention.” Now for most normal detentions all you do is work on schoolwork but, for Mrs. Bob she made you clean the three story high roof. You had to hope you did not fall because there is nothing
Chen. Another teacher followed up, he was the 6th graders’ PE teacher I suppose. I stood back up, and I wiped off the little blood coming out of the wound on my lip created by the 6th grader’s scratches while he was on the ground. Mr. Chen took me and my classmates aside, he asked: “What happened over there?” One of my friends answered: “ We were playing basketball at the court first, then they came, and want us to leave the court for them to play. Michael refused, so he punched him, and they just got in a fight.” “Michael,” he then turned to me, “ Even though it is just self-defensing, but you could’ve just run and find me to solve the problem, and you won’t get hurt, why didn’t you do that?” I looked into his eyes, and I said determinately: “I can’t be a coward in his memory, I have to show him what I got, so he won’t try to bully me next time I see him in this class. Plus, a man won’t run from a fight.” At the end, I did not get in trouble for fighting, and those 6th graders have never mess with me again.
Hi I'm Jeremy and I am in detention, but I don’t deserve to be...seriously The Wolf Gang is doing bad stuff around the school and blaming us and we have to stop them for the sake of the school and our rights. The Wolf Gang is a really serious bully gang and they mean trouble they won’t stop until they expelled us from this school and we’re the only ones who can stop them. Me, Thomas, and Ricky we’ll stop the wolf gang and put an end to this madness.
“Yeah? Well-” Before I could say a comeback, the girl left. Her name was Jenna Richard, and she bullied me for about a month and a half. Every day at lunch, Jenna would come over to our lunch table, make fun of my food or of what I was reading and leave before we could say anything. My friends of course tried to stand up for me, but it was no use. I decided to go to my teacher after lunch to talk to her about Jenna. But we both had the same teacher after lunch, and when I told my teacher about Jenna bullying me, she called Jenna up and asked her if it was true. But Jenna told her that I was completely wrong, and that I was the one bullying her. When the teacher asked some other people as witnesses, they told her mixed answers. Some were telling the truth and saw it happening, but Jenna’s close friends were telling the teacher that I was bullying her. As she didn’t know what to do, the teacher gave us both extra homework that was due directly the day after. The next day, when the teacher asked for the homework, I gave the completed worksheets, while Jenna had done only a few problems, saying that she didn’t deserve the homework since she was “innocent”. But the teacher surprised us both by telling us that she was taking the combined score of the worksheets as a test grade, which meant that Jenna was probably going to get her grade in that class lowered significantly. I like to think of that as a minor “sentence” for bullying me and lying to a
I walk in the building, it looks really old and the principle look really mean, but so did the rest of the people there.The principal showed me to my room and tells me I have to share with some other kid, which I didn't like doing.I decided
It was the last Saturday in December of 1997. My brother, sister, and I were chasing after each other throughout the house. As we were running, our parents told us to come and sit down in the living room. They had to tell us something. So, we all went down stairs wondering what was going on. Once we all got down stairs, the three of us got onto the couch. Then, my mom said, “ Well…”
As a young kid in the fifth grade you don’t really consider the other kids feelings that you have help contribute upon putting down and making fun of until you are forced to see all the hurt you have caused to that individual. It was on a Friday afternoon school was getting ready to dismiss when a couple of kids and I surrounded and made fun of one individual I knew the decision to do so was wrong because it felt wrong but I decided to do so anyway because I didn’t want to be on the receiving end. As a result to being involved in the bullying I was giving detention that next Saturday morning by one of my favorite teachers which made me feel even more ashamed of my actions, the next morning I attended my detention
It was picture day at Oak Grove East, and the third grade pictures were after lunch. Whoever thought that it would be okay to let third graders go out to recess and then come in for pictures after they’re all sweaty is just a complete idiot, but the pictures were after lunch. During recess, a couple of us enjoyed to play cops and robbers. That certain day, I was a cop. Zach Otten was a robber. I was chasing him to the left of the playground by the basketball hoop. When we were in third grade there was a lot of loose gravel by the basketball hoop closest to the playground.
I waited a few seconds and then I ran to get in line. I pushed my way through and grabbed a hold of Emma’s arm. “Dude, where did you go? I’ve been looking all over for you.” Emma’s voice sounded kind of scarce. “I found this thing and I’m scared. I don’t know whose it is, but I want to keep it.” I showed her the ring. It had a cross on it with a gold covering. “That could mean a lot to someone. You have to turn it into the lost and found.” Emma said, her voice sounding shaky. “No, I can’t. Finders keepers, losers weepers. I’m gonna keep it.” I sounded confident in my voice. I didn’t know what to do with it. When we went inside, I stuffed it into my bookbag and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. What was I? A convicted criminal? I constantly said those words to myself and couldn’t stop thinking about it. “Okay guys, time for us to get on the bus.” I grabbed my backpack and walked out of the classroom and onto the bus. I sat down in my seat and completely blocked out everyone around me. At first, I was afraid, I was petrified. I told myself that I would never ever tell my
Neimen, Samantha, Brandon Robers, and Simon Robers. “Bullying: A State of Affairs.” Journal of Law & Education (n.d.):n. pag. Print.
“He’s not asleep,” Said a gravely male voice which caused Shawn’s heart to skip a beat. “Look at his heart monitor, Lilith; it proves he is awake.” The man said. Shawn heard light feminine footsteps get closer to his bed and a hand grabbed his chin by one hand and a slightly damp rag was placed over his nose and mouth by the other. Shawn’s eyes snapped open and he saw a young woman with slightly crazed blue eyes and a large just as crazy grin holding the damp rag over his mouth. Shawn started to struggle but soon his struggles weakened and he slipped into darkness.
Jimmy looked around. The rest of the class was already seated and ready. Sitting on the right of Jimmy was a fat brown haired kid named Karl. Karl snorted when he laughed and Jimmy thought that to be funny. Karl was Jimmy’s other friend. On the other side of Jimmy, was an enormous and tall kid that always used to pick on Jimmy. He was called Max the bully by the rest of the class.