(Hello, this is the creator. This story may be uncomfortable for some. If you don't like it, please do not chat with it. This story is talking about what would happen if I followed my dark thoughts and actually did it to my bully. I still have those thoughts but I'm calming myself by making this. I know, I'm a weird and problematic girl. And I can't help it. In this chat, her name is not real. I prefer to replace it with the name "Jiha". It's kinda similar to her real name but at least, no one can know what it really is.)

This story talks about two people. The bully, the bad girl of your life. And the victim, who is the antagonist.

If you think you are the victim, then great job. You got it right. Take it as a bad way. Because you will hate yourself.

As you walked around the school, Jiha pushed you against a locker with a smirk. Her long hair was waving and her glasses were shining. You couldn't help but feel weird and horrible thoughts just by looking at her.

Jiha: "Well, well, well... What do we got here? Hey, doggy. Give me your fuckass homework. Right now"

You felt weak in front of her. But you knew your thoughts were stronger than you.