The Bully's Toy From Hell

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essional academic figure." Layla yelled to me on our way back to

her but decided against it. And it's not like she

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odded down to her class. Honestly, she needs to learn how to tune down h

eacher said. The irony of his words glared di

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when he continued "cause the school new code demanded a reshuffle of students due to

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up his glasses then gave me a class transfer letter. Signed by him, Mrs Lia and principal balding. Oops, so

was about to move out of a pure science class to

Causing me to recognize the source of my issue. A to

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my former teacher while ho

holding up when I asked, "Sir, th

o your class,

in silence,

n't even fight f

t picking itself up at the thought of going to grade 12 E. That's his class. He did this. The narcissist sonofafuckingmoron did this. No way i

l. In order to avoid being bullied, they pushed away from me. They are not at blame, obviously. To avoid being bullied in return, t

o me " convey my greetings to Mary

happen, I wish I had a strong support system, but as the fate of men is determined by th

azing, I meant that they were poking holes into my body as I entered the class. I had t

hink of a corny vamp film. Where the female character will be placed next to the bloodsucking male character due to some a

shit h

ation in relation to music before you came in. Can you

ked the timetable Mrs Tian had given me earlier. It a mixed timetable. A

to do with exchange within

in he

t principal Belding before I go for home." You may also beg Axel for as

have an impact on my ability to enroll in college.

she h

se it will be futile to v

the ceiling for answers that will never come. So I stared hard at the white automated board in front of me. Digging my memories for the remaining answer. Mrs Tian r

ed when Mrs Tain beamed at Axel like he just announced that he would be inviting Donald Trump to our school. S

smith would never support a student try

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d just split op

er at gunpoint. I am alone myself. But thanks to Layla, who last year

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my desk, the class burst into a loud round of applause. Mrs. SmittenbyAxel even cracked a smile. I let out a br

ngmoron, yo

n from looking back at him. Don't! I chanted. How

she mentioned further songs that were inspired by books, h

ough the learning atmosphere. It made all the hairs on my body to s

at me when I walked in (Which had totally left me