meadema's daughter

The Bullies

⚠️mild language and harassment⚠️

Y/N POV

Y/n had always been an introverted and shy girl. She kept to herself most of the time, not wanting to draw attention. But unfortunately for her, the popular girls at school had taken notice of her shyness and had decided to make her life a living hell.

The popular girls would taunt and make fun of Y/n at every opportunity, whether she was in class, in the hallway, or even at lunch. They would whisper things about her, making her feel small and insignificant. They would sometimes shove or trip her in the hallway, laughing at her as she stumbled.

The other students would just watch and do nothing, too afraid to intervene and risk being the next target of the popular girls' wrath. Y/n felt completely isolated and alone, with nowhere to turn for help.

The bullying continued day after day, and the popular girls only seemed to get more cruel and heartless with their comments and actions. Y/n began to dread coming to school, her already low self-esteem plummeting even further.

One day, as Y/n was walking to class, the popular girls started taunting her again. They mockingly repeated her words, made faces at her, and pushed her into the lockers. 
"Hey, look at the shy weirdo," one of them sneered.

"Yeah, why don't you just leave school and spare us the trouble of looking at your face?" another one smirked.

Y/n just hung her head and tried to hurry away, but the popular girls blocked her path. She felt tears pricking at her eyes, but she refused to show them how much their words and actions affected her.

"What's the matter? Are you gonna cry now?" one of them sneered, stepping closer to Y/n. "Go ahead and cry. It'll just make you look even more pathetic."

Y/n swallowed hard, trying to hold back her tears. She didn't want to give them the satisfaction of seeing her cry. She looked around, hoping for someone to intervene, but all she saw were other students staring at the scene, too cowardly to do anything.

The popular girls started laughing again, enjoying the pain they were causing. "No one's going to help you," one of them said. "We can do whatever we want to you, and no one will stop us."

Y/n felt a lump forming in her throat as she realized the truth in the girls' words. She was completely alone, and there was no one to stand up for her.

"Maybe we should do something to make her cry," one of the popular girls suggested, a cruel smile spreading across her face. "I have an idea."

The other girls gathered closer, eager to hear the cruel plan. Y/n watched them, fear and dread settling in her stomach.

One of the girls stepped forward, a malicious gleam in her eye. "Let's mess up her hair," she said with a sneer. "Make her look as ugly as her personality."

The other girls laughed and agreed, eager to torment Y/n further. They grabbed at her hair, tugging harshly and messing it up.

Y/n struggled weakly, trying to pull away from their grasp, but they were stronger and wouldn't let her go.

The girls continued to taunt and tease Y/n as they made a mess of her hair. They pulled at her braids and ruffled it until it was a tangled mess. Y/n tried to keep her cool, but it was difficult to not let the tears fall now.

Y/n quietly made her way to the office, her mind racing. She couldn't handle the emotional torment from the popular girls any longer. She had to talk to someone, to someone who could help her. With determination in her eyes, she entered the office and approached the front desk, requesting to call her mothers.