Swift
I wasn't usually bullied at my school. In fact, I was rather well liked. Not popular or anything, but my social status was pretty good. Still, there were people that didn't like me too well. Well, today after (sport) practice, a couple of girls had walked up to me and began to throw a few insults my way. They judged the way I play, mocked my looks, and even tried to step on my feet. It was easy to ignore them, but it still kind of got me. It only got worse when they brought up my family and insulted my friends. I did my best to block them out, but on the inside I wanted to cry. I didn't, though.
When I finally got away from them, I left school and I didn't even wait for Swift to show up. I went straight home. To most, it wouldn't have been a big deal. But sometimes, the same old things just get to you.
I headed up to my room once I got home and was greeted by Swift sitting on my bed. He stood as soon as I entered and stretched one arm out to me. He must've seen or heard what had happened. He had a habit if sneaking into my school and watching me. I walked over to him and he wrapped that arm around my shoulders, embracing me in a one arm hug. This wasn't what he always did, so of course it kind of surprised me.
After a couple of minutes, I had just realized that I was crying into his shoulder. He and I didn't say a word, but everything was expressed through our actions.
Rebel(This one is pretty long ><)
I didn't really spend much time around people, and when the popular ones were around, I usually hid out in the library. I didn't get bullied because I never was around to be bullied. However, today that kind of changed. A girl that was well known among every student at this high school, Meghan Valley, approached me today after school while I was getting my stuff from my locker.
"Hey, (Y/N), right? I need a small favor. Would you mind going through this textbook and finish my homework for me? It would do you some good, since you're pretty useless at everything else." She had a smug smirk on her face as she dropped the heavy textbook into my arms and looked down at me. I wanted to decline and tell her to leave me alone, but I couldn't find the courage or the words to do it.
"Um, hello? Are you even listening to me?" She flicked my forehead, which caught my attention. I was so surprised by it that I stumbled back a bit. However, the book she just handed me caused my body to tip backwards a bit more, and I would up falling onto my rear end. She burst out into laughter, and so did everyone else. Tears welled up in my eyes and I slowly stood up, brushing the dust of my shirt. They continued to laugh, and I couldn't take it anymore. I ran out of school, leaving all of my stuff behind. I ran in a random direction, not even caring where I went.
It wasn't long before I had run myself out of energy. I stopped by a nearby Chinese restaurant and took a breather.
"Hey, what's with you? Why were you running?" A familiar voice called out to me, pretty close by. I looked in the direction of the voice and saw Rebel. It was a reliving sight, and without hesitation I ran to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. He was taken aback by this and asked what was wrong, but I decided to tell him later. I just wanted to cherish the fact that he was here, with me.
Ghost
It wasn't unusual for me to get bullied. Having Tourette Syndrome didn't exactly make me popular. One particular girl named Masen Lanski bullied me on a daily basis. She would stick notes in my locker with every single insult she could find, trip me in the hallway, and once she even got her little army of followers to mug me when I was walking home. I've managed to get over it, but today is when I blew up.
I was walking to my locker to get my stuff when I saw some graffiti all over my locker in spray paint. I stepped closer and my eyes widened at what the words said. They had the audacity to write 'Tick Tock' all over my locker, as well as 'Twitchy Twitchy'. As if the locker graffiti was telling the future, my hand started to tick like the second hand on a clock. "Tick Tock little clock," I heard a familiar voice coo from behind. I lost it. I turned around and shot my hand out, gripping her dainty little throat in my hands. I pinned her to a nearby locker and growled. My brain was spazzing out, as well as my entire body.

I was suspended from school that morning and sent home automatically. I called my parents and they at least defended me, but told me that wasn't how things should have been handled. As I walked home with puffy eyes and teared stained cheeks, I felt a presence next to me. When I felt the familiar three-fingered pat on my back, I couldn't help but feel a little better.

MC
It's been awhile since I actually got bullied. Due to my recent visit to the hospital, I've actually been avoided by most of my bullies. However, when it came down to me being in a cast, everything went back to normal. No fist fights, just bad talk.
One particular day was absolute hell. Paper balls were thrown at my head, spitballs(the classic), and being called "retarded" all happened in the same day. I was just...Sick of all this torture! I left school with a glad smirk on my face and immediately pulled up the Uber app. After about 10 minutes, I was sitting in the back of a blue Mustang with a concerned driver. "Tough day?" She asked, looking at me through the rear view mirror. I just nodded and hopped out when she reached my place.
Fast forward, and I'm sitting on my bed with MC. He's got one arm around my shoulders and I'm just silently letting my feelings out. The small things really do get to you sometimes. Although, having MC around is actually pretty nice. I enjoy his company a lot.