Jenny Smith…Short story about bullies

Jenny was an average person.   She had friends, played baseball, loved her cat, did her homework, at least most of the time, and sat at any lunch table she liked.  She minded her own business and only gave her opinion when she was asked for it.

One day, when she was coming out of the locker room later than every one else, she saw Owen Jacobs being thrown against the lockers and menaced by four boys from her English class.  Owen stood there and watched them tear up his notes, kick his books across the floor and spit on his shirt.  He didn’t try to defend himself, he just stood there, looking down, trying to be invisible.

Jenny sighed, put her backpack on the floor and ran to his aid.

“You…know,” she said, as she punched and kicked the boys, “I…was…going…to…try…and…talk…”

She hit the floor, got up and jumped on James McAvoy’s back.  “to…you guys but I thought…you might be too…stupid…to understand what I was…saying,” she said, as she was grabbed from behind.  She threw her head back and heard a lovely crunching sound, followed by a scream. “I don’t believe in violence,” she grunted, “but you guys, well, Karma is a bitch.”

“He’s not even helping you,” yelled Allen, pointing at Owen.  “Why are you fighting with us?”

“Because you’re mean and there are four of you,” she said, getting up and wiping the blood off her lip with her sleeve.  “And one of him.”

“What’s it to you, anyway?” asked Kenny.

“Okay, wait a minute,” said Jenny, holding up her hands.  “Didn’t anyone ever teach you to not walk away from something that’s obviously…WRONG!”

One of the guys shoved her hard and she flew into the lockers, the handle smashed into her back and she fell to the floor.  “It’s none of your business,” said Allen.

Jenny grabbed him by the ankle and dug her nails into his calf as hard as she could.”

He yelled, fell, and kicked at her but she was already on her feet.

By now kids were gathering around them.  Everyone knew the four boys were nasty and mean.  When they saw Jenny, ripped up and bleeding but on her feet and swinging, they were shocked. One by one they dropped their belongings on the floor and went to stand beside her.  One by one quickly added up to fifteen and that was fourteen too many for the bullies.  They backed off, but not before Kenny pointed at Jenny and said, “You’re dead.”

“Bite me,” said Jenny, as she watched them walk away.  “Chickens!” she yelled, flapping her arms. Then she turned to the others and said, “Thank you.  I want to start an anti-bullying club, right now. We can set up our phones to alert everyone when one of us sees someone in trouble. Just message the location and all of us will to go to that spot immediately. Leave classrooms, get out of the pool, do whatever it takes, but get there as fast as you can because I’m sick of nothing ever being done to stop bullies.”

“You’re bleeding,” said Mike.

“So what?”

“I’m just saying.  And I think you’re going to have a black eye.”

“It won’t be my first one.”

“I’m sure it won’t be,” he chuckled.  “Sign me up.  I’ll show every time.”

“Thanks,” she said, trying to stop her nosebleed.

“Here,” he said, handing her his t-shirt.  “Compress.”

Jenny nodded and pressed the shirt to her nose and lip. It smelled like football.

Carol started a sign up sheet and kids were forming a loose line, so they could put down their names and phone numbers.

“The teachers and administration aren’t doing anything to stop them,” said Jenny, “So it’s up to us to protect our school and the kids who go here.  If we don’t protect each other, this will never stop.”  Everyone nodded and Kate handed Jenny an ice pack for her eye.  “We need to work together, no matter what.  We might have to walk some kids home and pick them up in the morning but we have to stop the bullies.”

“Jenny,” said Mike.  “I think I’m crazy about you.”

Everyone laughed, as they started to disperse.

“I can’t stand by and let things like this continue,” she muttered.

“I agree,” he said.  “I think the club will be a great success.”

“Do you know that those four have been taking the lunches and money from about twenty kids every day?”

“I didn’t.”

“Um, Jenny,” said Owen, softly.  “Th-thank you.  I’m sorry I just stood there.”

“It’s okay Owen,” said Jenny, putting her bloody hand on his arm.

“Can I join the club?”

“Hey, you can be president,” she said.  “I know what kind of grades you get,” she snickered.

“I don’t want to be afraid anymore,” said Owen, his voice trembling.

“I’m sorry it took so long to stop this.”

Owen nodded.  “You were brave.”

“I wasn’t,” said Jenny.  “I was mad.  There’s a big difference.”

Kate walk toward Jenny and handed her a piece of torn paper.  “First meeting is tomorrow after school at my house.”

“Thank you,” said Jenny.

“I’ll be there,” said Mike.

“Me too,” said Owen, shyly.


And that’s how the kids in Clover High School stopped the bullies.  They worked together and fought back.  Every time an alert went off they rushed to the aid of a student.  They circled the bullies and immediately moved to stand between them and the person being attacked.  Before long, the only kids not in the club were the bullies themselves.

Because sometimes adults don’t do what needs to be done to stop bad things from happening to kids.  Sometimes the kids just have to stand up and defend themselves.





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18 Responses to Jenny Smith…Short story about bullies

  1. This is just superb. You have to publish it and get it out to a very wide audience.

    • Thank you so very, very much. I just know that many schools do not do anything to bullies. They talk and talk about it but nothing is done. Kids are attacked on the way home from school as well. The only way to end it is for the kids to stop it themselves. People write books about talk about make plans about and it never stops the bullies. This would. I really appreciate your kind and generous words. I wish the story was true.

      • It’s exactly why I’ve reblogged it – it should be instigated in every school the world over. Bullying is a killer and, as you say, little is done about it. Your story is extremely powerful.

      • So many schools do nothing to protect the kids except have protocol that outlines that they are against bullying. Nothing is actually done and that’s why it doesn’t stop. They are more afraid of being sued, by the parents of the bullies, than they are of protecting the kids who are the targets, even though they suffer horribly and suicide is on the rise. It’s backward, just like everything else nowadays. There need to be logical consequences for the bullies. Here are the rules…break them and find another school. That’s it.

      • Spot on. The longer it continues, the longer it feeds into society as a whole and the consequences don’t bear thinking about.

      • I agree. The world is becoming more disconnected and violent. Sometimes kids have to take care of themselves. Actions and reactions. No one should have to kill themselves in their teenage years because of bullies…nor should they fear going to school and they should never have to stand alone. THAT is what we have to teach our kids. They should be taught to come together and stand by each other against the things that are wrong. Not to walk away but to take a stand and protect those who need protection until the bullies learn that they will no longer be tolerated. That needs to be taught because that’s the only way things will change. Bullies literally get away with murder. Murder of spirit, joy and often lives. Unacceptable.

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  3. Mary Smith says:

    What a wonderful story.

  4. Resa says:

    Where do I sign up? ….for the adults club!

    • That’s what we need as well. But if we teach children, they will grow into adults who will stand by others, that’s exactly why that sort of thing IS NOT TAUGHT…because our government wants us to be isolated and more easily controlled.

  5. oh my gosh! Love this so much!!

  6. This is so true, schools do nothing about bullies and it makes me so bad. I remember many years back at secondary school this boy kept on picking on me, eventually I fought with him. A huge crowd of onlookers gathered to watch us fight. He never bothered me again, sometimes you have to fight back to stop the bullies. It’s sad but that’s all they know.

    • You are so right! Too many schools look the other way. Kids end up having to take care of themselves. Adults talk and talk and TALK but do absolutely nothing. I’m happy to know that you solved your own problem. It’s too bad you had to do it but at least you fought back. They try to teach non-violence in a violent society and there are times when, if you don’t fight back, you become a victim and that can harm your self esteem and spirit. Good for you. More kids need to stand up for themselves.

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