Who’s afraid of the big bad bully?

Yes, bullying, by other students! Here is a script for some events of my ‘bullying’

The Argument

Ghost House

I dwell in a lonely house I know That vanished many a summer ago, And left no trace but the cellar walls, And a cellar in which the daylight falls, And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow.
O’er ruined fences the grape-vines shield The woods come back to the mowing field; The orchard tree has grown one copse Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops; The footpath down to the well is healed.
I dwell with a strangely aching heart In that vanished abode there far apart On that disused and forgotten road That has no dust-bath now for the toad. Night comes; the black bats tumble and dart;
The whippoorwill is coming to shout And hush and cluck and flutter about: I hear him begin far enough away Full many a time to say his say Before he arrives to say it out.
It is under the small, dim, summer star. I know not who these mute folk are Who share the unlit place with me– Those stones out under the low-limbed tree Doubtless bear names that the mosses mar.
They are tireless folk, but slow and sad, Though two, close-keeping, are lass and lad, With none among them that ever sings, And yet, in view of how many things, As sweet companions as might be had.

Robert Frost
(We are asked to discuss this poem in our tables. Particularly how scary it is! Archie has the whiteboard, he is our scribe.)
ME: (Protesting) It is not scary!
ARCHIE: Yeah it’s terrifying!
ME: It isn’t, how do you feel fear?
OTHERS: (sticking up for Archie of course!) It scared us to death.
KIARA: It isn’t really that scary.
ARCHIE: Yes, it is.
(We argue for a while)
ME: (speaking to Kiara)
ONE OF THE OTHERS: Shut your mouth, nobody wants to hear what you think.
ME: Shut your ears! I was speaking to Kiara, you don’t have to listen.
ARCHIE: (Says something annoying.)
ME: Oh shut it idiots!
EVERYONE: Bully, bully!

The Thief

ARCHIE: Here’s a ruler.

KIARA: Thanks, (he pulls it away) Hey!

ARCHIE: Mwa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!

(Later, whilst the teacher is telling us something.)

ARCHIE: (Whispered) Have a pen.

(The idiot is holding it by the lid. I snatch it off him before he can pull it away!)

ARCHIE: Mr Fairbanks, she nicked my pen!

ME: I didn’t, he gave it too me, there are lot of wittneses!



(Archie is sent out of the room for causing a disturbance.)


I don’t even have to do stuff, they can easily make it up.

Bully bye!


2 comments on “Who’s afraid of the big bad bully?

  1. mummy says:

    at least you have James and Henry to come home to…

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