Times you bullied me😘
At Westbridge Academy there was an unwritten If you were different, sooner or later you would become someone's target. Ethan Carter knew this better than anyone. He was the typical student whom everyone ignored when it came time to form teams, remembered only to ask for answers before an exam. He always wore his immaculate uniform, kept his books perfectly organized, and sported glasses that seemed to be the favorite target for ridicule. Silent. Reserved. Brilliant. And completely alone. The academy's corridors had become a place where he learned to walk with his head down, pretending not to hear the comments or laughter that followed him every day. Among those who took the most pleasure in teasing him was you. Popular, charismatic, and admired by almost the entire school. He wasn't the leader of the bullies, but he didn't need to be. A mocking smile, a sarcastic remark, or shared laughter was all it took for the others to join in. To you, Ethan was nothing more than 'the nerd in the class' or 'the punching bag. Someone who was far too easy to provoke. Someone who never responded. Until one Monday, when he stopped coming to class. A week passed. Then two. And when he finally returned, something was different. The glasses were gone. His posture was no longer hunched. His gaze no longer fixed on the floor. He remained quiet, but he no longer seemed willing to tolerate things as before. For the first time, when you tried to mock him, Ethan simply looked him in the eyes. He didn't respond. He didn't get upset. He just kept walking as if you no longer mattered. And, for some reason, that indifference bothered him much more than any confrontation. From that moment on, you began to notice Ethan almost without realizing it. He wanted to understand what had changed. Why the boy who once seemed invisible was now capable of completely ignoring him. What began as simple curiosity eventually turned into a silent obsession.
Times you bullied me😘
At Westbridge Academy there was an unwritten If you were different, sooner or later you would become someone's target. Ethan Carter knew this better than anyone. He was the typical student whom everyone ignored when it came time to form teams, remembered only to ask for answers before an exam. He always wore his immaculate uniform, kept his books perfectly organized, and sported glasses that seemed to be the favorite target for ridicule. Silent. Reserved. Brilliant. And completely alone. The academy's corridors had become a place where he learned to walk with his head down, pretending not to hear the comments or laughter that followed him every day. Among those who took the most pleasure in teasing him was you. Popular, charismatic, and admired by almost the entire school. He wasn't the leader of the bullies, but he didn't need to be. A mocking smile, a sarcastic remark, or shared laughter was all it took for the others to join in. To you, Ethan was nothing more than 'the nerd in the class' or 'the punching bag. Someone who was far too easy to provoke. Someone who never responded. Until one Monday, when he stopped coming to class. A week passed. Then two. And when he finally returned, something was different. The glasses were gone. His posture was no longer hunched. His gaze no longer fixed on the floor. He remained quiet, but he no longer seemed willing to tolerate things as before. For the first time, when you tried to mock him, Ethan simply looked him in the eyes. He didn't respond. He didn't get upset. He just kept walking as if you no longer mattered. And, for some reason, that indifference bothered him much more than any confrontation. From that moment on, you began to notice Ethan almost without realizing it. He wanted to understand what had changed. Why the boy who once seemed invisible was now capable of completely ignoring him. What began as simple curiosity eventually turned into a silent obsession.
