The
B.U.L.L.Y.
Club
CHAPTER
1
No one deserves to be bullied.
Four girls ran down the hallway of their middle school in pursuit of another girl. Hearts beating fast, breaths quickening, shoes clicking, and sneakers squeaking echo in the empty hallway. The four girls practically slid to a stop by the girl’s restroom just as the door shut. One of the girls grabbed the handle, flung the door open, and they all went in. A quick look around leads them to a closed stall door with visible feet underneath where the girl they were chasing was obviously hiding.
“You can run but you can’t hide,” says one of the girls.
“Come on out, we just want to talk to you.” says the second girl.
“Go away!” Yells the girl in the stall.
“We just want to talk to you.” Says the first girl.
“Please leave me alone!” Yells the girl in the stall.
“If you don’t come out we’ll come in.” Warns a third girl.
“Yeah, Tara here is a limbo pro. She can shimmy right under the door,” kids a fourth girl.
The four girls laugh and one of them starts singing:
“Tara get on your limbo feet.
Then you dance to the limbo beat!”
The girls laughed harder.
The first girl bangs on the stall door. “Get out here girlie we don’t have all day!”
“I will totally come in there!” Yells another as they all bang on the door.
Suddenly the entrance door opens and a woman steps in. “Ladies! What is going on in here? Why aren’t you in class?”
“Uh, we’re just waiting for our friend, Miss Mackey, she...” started one of the girls.
“None of you have a pass?” Asked Miss Mackey, the school’s vice principal. The girls shook their heads no. “I will see all of you in detention Thursday now get to class,” she scolded.
The four girls hurried out.
Miss Mackey knocked on the stall door. “Who’s in there?”
“Mira.” Said a quiet voice.
“If you are finished in there Mira, I need to speak with you.”
The stall door clicked and slowly opened. There stood a small sixth grade girl with red hair in short pig tails, glasses and many freckles. At the moment her face was tear stained and her nose was rather red. She held a wad of tissues in her hand.
“Are you okay?” Asked Miss Mackey. “Were those girls bothering you?”
“I’m okay, they weren’t bothering me,” said Mira.
Suddenly a toilet flushed, startling Miss Mackey and Mira. There was another click and a few stalls down a door swung open. Out stepped a tall 7th grade girl with long, straight blonde hair.
“Miss Mackey, those girls were bugging Mira. I heard the whole thing. They didn’t know I was in here. Tell her, Mira,” said the girl.
Miss Mackey looked back at Mira.
“They weren’t bothering me much,” said Mira looking down.
“Yes they were, Mira. I heard them chasing you all the way down the hall and into the restroom. You have to tell, so they don’t bug you anymore!” The girl said, hoping to convince Mira. “I’ve even seen them bully others, Miss Mackey.”
“Thank you, Jenna. Wash up and get to class. I’ll talk with Mira,” said Miss Mackey as she led Mira out of the restroom.
Jenna washed her hands and dried them. She walked slowly back to class, feeling bad for Mira. She kept thinking about how it made her so angry when people bullied others. It just wasn’t right and no one deserves to be bullied. No one has the right to make others feel bad, scared, or less than anyone else. Everyone is unique and awesome. She walked into her classroom, put her hall pass by the teacher’s desk, and took her seat. Her teacher was working out some math problem on the overhead projector. She picked up her pencil and tried to pay attention, but she kept thinking about the incident in the girl’s room.
After class Jenna stopped at her locker. Her friend Katie snuck up behind her and put her hands over Jenna’s eyes. “Guess who?” She sang.
“Not in the mood,” Jenna sang back, morosely.
“What’s up with you?” Katie asked, obviously disappointed her friend wasn’t her playful self.
“Sorry, I’m just tired of all the mean girls and bullies at this school. Why do some kids think they are so much better than others? Who made them the cool ones? I mean seriously, it is not cool to be mean and put others down. That is so the opposite of cool. They are delusional! That’s what they are. Just delusional living in some fantasy world of their own,” ranted Jenna as she slammed her locker shut.
“Jenna, what happened? Are you okay? Do you want an aspirin?” Asked Katie.
Jenna told her what happened to Mira in the girl’s room as they walked to the cafeteria.
“Poor girl,” said Katie as they got in the lunch line.
“Who’s poor?” Asked their friend Mary, joining them in line.
“Jenna just told me part of the ‘too cool for school’ pack chased a 6th grader into the girl’s room,” explained Katie.
“Is she okay?” Mary asked Katie nodding toward Jenna. “Does she need an aspirin?”
“I can hear everything you are saying,” Jenna said quietly as she turned toward her friends. “And why do you both keep asking if I need an aspirin?”
Mary and Katie both laughed.
“The sleepover, remember?” Said Katie. “We read that aspirin can help with anger. We kept asking each other for like weeks after whenever someone got upset, ‘Do you need an aspirin?’”
“Oh yeah,” smiled Jenna.
“Ha! You smiled. She smiled, everyone!” Said Katie loudly.
“Shush.” Said Jenna. “What is wrong with you?”
“We is cray-cray,” said Katie and Mary together.
“No argument here!” Said a boy in their class as he walked by.
“Whatever Walter,” said Katie.
They made their way through the line and sat down at a table.
“I can’t believe you guys are going to eat Sloppy Joes. I bet they don’t even have real meat,” stated Mary, who is very health conscience.
“Please, if you care about me and our friendship even the teensiest bit, you will not utter another single word about my lunch. And I mean it, I’m starving,” said Jenna.
“Ditto!” Said Katie.
“Point taken,” said Mary. “I will just enjoy my healthy salad with almonds and an apple.”
“Bet that isn’t even real lettuce,” said Katie looking at Mary’s salad and reaching to touch it.
“Hey!” Said Mary shooing Katie’s hand away from her salad before she touched it. “This is a hands-off school.”
“I wasn’t going to touch you and I don’t think the school handbook said anything about touching your friend’s lettuce,” teased Katie.
“Lettuce all enjoy our lunch here,” said Jenna.
“Bwahaha! You are so funny,” said Katie.
“I’m impressed,” said Mary.
“Thank you,” Jenna said proudly.
“Not you, I was talking to Katie,” said Mary.
“Me?” Asked Katie surprised.
“Yes. You read the school handbook,” said Mary.
“What? Oh, yeah. You know me, I don’t want to break any rules,” explained Katie.
A loud crash made them all jump. A bunch of kids started laughing. The three girls looked around to see what happened. A tall, thin boy with glasses stood up fixing the toppled milk and apple on his tray. A table of boys were laughing and making jokes about the boy being clumsy. A lunch room monitor said something to the boy and headed to the janitors office. The boy went and sat at a corner table in the back of the room.
“Poor kid,” said Mary.
“I’d like to give a piece of my mind to those jocks,” said Jenna. “Where is the justice? If you are late for class, detention! Go to your locker during lunch, detention! Don’t follow the dress code exactly, detention! Yet stuff like this is overlooked all the time. Why isn’t a teacher leading that kid down to detention right now?”
“Chill, Jenna. I know it’s unfair but what can we do?” Said Katie.
“There has to be something,” said Jenna.
“Jenna, do you need an aspirin?” Said Mary. The girls laughed.
After school, as Jenna made her way down the noisy hall full of kids getting ready to head home, she met up with her friend Katie. They hurried out to their bus and hiked up the steep bus steps and plopped down in a seat in the middle of the bus.
It is understood that popular kids sit in the back seats and the least popular sit upfront. Jenna and her friends were in the middle, which was fine with them. If the popular kids chose to bother someone it was usually the kids at the front of the bus that were singled-out. So the middle felt like a bit of a safe zone, just not 100% of the time.
Sometimes Jenna liked to imagine that the bus’ rear emergency exit would suddenly open up and a UFO with cool aliens would suck out all the ‘too cool for school’ kids and give them a one way ride to planet Pretentious. If you’ve never heard of it before it is a total party planet. So don’t worry, the so-called cool kids should have a blast there. While the rest of middle school land is overrun with peace and harmony.
Jenna and Katie got off at the second stop with a front of the bus kid that wore headphones so he didn’t have to talk to anyone and three popular kids from the back. Headphone kid headed east, cool kids noisily and happily walked west, and the two girls crossed the street in front of the bus. Jenna and Katie were neighbors in the cul-de-sac across from their bus stop. The girls said goodbye and went into their homes.
Jenna walked inside and followed her nose toward the glorious smell of homemade cookies. Her Mom was sitting at the kitchen table making a list. Her Mom was always making lists because she was always forgetting things.
“Hi honey,” said her Mom.
“Hi, are the cookies done?” Asked Jenna.
“Almost. How was school?” Asked her Mom.
“You know, it was school.” Jenna replied as she searched the fridge for something to drink. She grabbed a can of orange soda.
“Orange soda, Jenna?” Asked her Mom disapprovingly.
“It was a long day. Call me when the cookies are ready,” Jenna said as she headed toward the stairs.
Her Mom just shook her head.
Upstairs, Jenna dropped her backpack by her desk, pushed the power button on her computer, turned on some tunes, and flopped down on her unmade bed with her cell phone. As her fingers tap-danced across the small keyboard on her phone, she kicked off her shoes. After reading and responding to a few texts, she heard her Mom yell upstairs that the cookies were done.
“Can you bring some up for me, Mom?” Jenna called.
“Absolutely… not! You want them, you come get them.” Her Mom called back.
“Ugh,” Jenna groaned to herself. She continued texting as her favorite song played. After a few minutes she heard the front door slam. Jenna sat up, texted a quick “brb,” and ran down the stairs. Her younger brother was home, which meant she better get her cookies before he possibly ate them all.
“Mom, Steven has like six cookies!” Jenna tattled as she grabbed a small plate and put four cookies on it.
“Steven only two,” their Mom said just before she answered the phone.
“Jenna has four!” Steven complained.
She smiled triumphantly at her brother as she headed back upstairs. Steven looked over to find his Mom involved in a conversation. He snuck two more giving him four like his sister and then disappeared into the family room.
Jenna sat back on her bed as she bit into a cookie and waited for Mary to Face Time with her.
Mary’s face appeared and Jenna purposely took a bite out of her homemade chocolate chip cookie. “Mmmmmmm! These are so good!”
“Very nutritious, Jenna,” said Mary. “By the way, I think your shirt is
crumby.”
“What? This is one of my favorite—” started Jenna, offended until she looked down and saw the cookie crumbs on her shirt. “Oh, ha-ha.”
“I saw you talking to that girl you helped in the girl’s room after sixth period,” Mary said.
“Don’t even get me started,” said Jenna before sipping her soda.
“So… what happened?” Asked Mary.
“Okay, it’s not like I expected a thank you or anything for trying to get her help so she doesn’t get bullied anymore, but she was mad at me!” Exclaimed Jenna as she stood up.
“Oh man, you’re not going to pace are you?” Asked Mary.
“Oh yes I am,” said Jenna as she started to walk back and forth. “Mad at me! Can you believe that? I mean, I don’t even know her yet I jumped at the chance to help out a stranger. Why wouldn’t she want help so those girls don’t bother her anymore?”
“Maybe she’s afraid. If the girl’s find out she is the one that got them in trouble they might be even meaner to her.” Suggested Mary.
“Good point,” said Jenna. “So now what do I do? I need to help her somehow. We need to just plain end bullying altogether.”
“Good luck with that,” said Mary sarcastically.
“I’m serious. There has to be some way to stop bullying,” said Jenna.
“Bullying has been around forever, Jenna. People bully for different reasons. Sometimes they are even bullied at home. Adults can be bullied at work. I mean, unless you have a magic wand I don’t see what you can possibly do to make a difference,” explained Mary.
“Ha! You think I can’t do it. When you tell me what I can’t do, you know I will work even harder just to prove you wrong. I’m going to do something. I might just change the world. What do you think about that?” Said Jenna sitting down at her computer.
“I didn’t say you couldn’t. Well, maybe I did. Prove me wrong, girlfriend.” Mary said.

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