The School Bully Met His Match

The School Bully Met His Match

“Boys!” the teacher called.

“Yes, sir!” the class echoed.

“Bullying is not allowed. What did I say?”

“Bullying is not allowed!”

I stifled a yawn.

The same speech.

Every single week.

The teachers talked about bullying as if words could stop it. As if lectures could erase fear.

Then she turned to the girls.

“Girls!”

“Yes, ma!”

“Bullying is not allowed. If anyone bullies you, report to your form teacher or come directly to my office. Do not suffer in silence.”

The girls repeated her words.

The teacher smiled, satisfied.

A few minutes later, the bell rang.

The classroom erupted in cheers.

Books slammed shut. Chairs scraped against the floor.

Everyone was happy.

Everyone except me.

Because what excited me wasn't the end of class.

What excited me was what came next.

Fear.

The fear that lived in my classmates' eyes whenever I stood up.

The fear that reminded them who ruled the classroom.

And I loved every second of it.

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The moment the teacher left, I rose from my seat like a king claiming his throne.

My friends stood behind me.

Nobody spoke.

Nobody needed to.

They already knew the routine.

“My snacks,” I announced.

A wave of nervousness swept through the classroom.

One by one, students placed their snacks, drinks, and lunch boxes on their desks.

Some even added money.

No one dared refuse.

Everyone knew the consequences.

A missing snack was better than a black eye.

My friends moved around the room collecting the day's offerings while I watched proudly.

The classroom belonged to me.

Or so I thought.

Then something caught my attention.

The desk of the new boy.

Empty.

No biscuits.

No drink.

No money.

Nothing.

My jaw tightened.

“Who does this boy think he is?”

The room fell silent.

Several students lowered their heads.

Others stared nervously at the new student.

He sat calmly, as if none of this concerned him.

That irritated me more than words could describe.

“Did nobody tell this baby frog the rules of this class?” I shouted.

Still no response....