Karen

The Bully

By: Karen (31 Oct 2002, Thursday)

This story is one of my fantasies (based on some fact) but is not meant to be in any way disrespectful to the very real problem of bullying in schools. Making my way to the ladies' room I saw them, three girls standing in the hall, their uniforms the same as mine, but that's where the similarity ended. My name is Mary. I attended my local school, but even at 18 I was still being bullied– by Heather and her two cronies. I had refused to give them any money or CDs and they wanted to push me. Heather called me over and I went timidly pulling my blazer over my dark blue pleated skirt (ballerina length) and white blouse. Suddenly I had a thought. Anything is better than the insults and pain so I increased my leg…