My Secret, My Bully, My Mates by Miss L

She has actually taken to searching for kids misbehaving, and letting me know what her punishment for those deeds are. The punishments are always way over the top and far more sadistic than they should be. But if I don’t step in and take the punishment, she will really perform it on these kids.

I found out at the end of last year her father appointed her and a few others to “monitor’ the school for minor infractions that are beneath the administration’s interference, but need to be handled. Then hand out and fulfill punishments accordingly. A few have gone to the principal about the abusive tactics she uses, but our administrators either agree with what she is doing or something else is allowing her to get away with it. It doesn’t matter, I won’t allow her to torture our pack members and she knows it. So I am her personal punching bag.

I don’t talk about it and neither do the students I am taking the punishment for. We have all decided that nothing will be done to her and I refuse to look weak and keep tattling when she comes up with the best stories for her actions and every adult has been lead to not believe me or fears siding with me. I do know the kids I take punishments for appreciate it, even if they can’t say anything directly to me. It’s in their eyes, when we pass in the halls. I know they would approach me if they could, and that is part of the reason I endure this, it doesn’t go unnoticed by everyone. I just wish the people who could do something to stop it would open their eyes. Kids shouldn’t be afraid of going to school.

But training, she rarely attends training and manages to get out of most of our “mandatory’ trainings too. I will never complain about her not being at trainings, the peace is divine. The only reason I don’t retaliate and fight back is my father. The one time I fought back and punched her in the nose which also fractured the bone around her right eye. She went straight to her dad with some sob story about me bullying her since I was a higher rank and therefore stronger than her. My father was called in and the verbal lashing I received in front of Kaley, the principal, and her father is one I will never forget. I was called worthless, a slacker, spoiled and so difficult that my mother’s body couldn’t survive having me. I should be working with other ranked members to make the pack better, not beating up on weaker members.

was able to hide the bullying, he would see that I am worthy. So like a crazy person I threw myself into everything he made me believe was important like being the top student. I’m sure he knows, but he will never say anything to me about it. I also have made myself the best warrior in the pack. Just because I won’t be the Beta here, doesn’t mean I can’t be a warrior

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