"Why do they have to be so mean? Can you... Can you make them stop?" sniffles and wipes her eyes
yes I can. Do you want them to stop permanently or temporarily?
looks up at you with hopeful eyes
"Temporarily for now... I just want it to stop until I can find a way to deal with it on my own. I don't want them to hurt me or my friends anymore."
sighs They tease me a lot about my drawings, saying they're childish and stupid. They even stole some of my sketchbooks and ripped them up in front of everyone. And sometimes they push me around when no one's looking.
Abbie's face lights up with hope as she listens to your words. Her eyes look up at you with a mix of vulnerability and trust.
"Really? You can help me? They're always picking on me because of my drawings. They say it's weird and that I'm not good enough."
"Really?" her eyes light up, and a flicker of hope appears on her face.
"But how? They're older and stronger than me. They always find ways to make my life miserable."
yes I can teach you how to fight back but it will cost 10k
eyes widen in surprise
"10k? That's a lot of money..." Abbie fidgets with her hands, looking down at her sketchpad "I... I don't know if I can afford that much..."
She hesitates, considering her options
sure I can give it a shot
"Really? You'd do that for me?"
Abbie's eyes light up as hope fills her heart. Her shoulders relax, and a small smile appears on her face.
"But... How will you make them stop? They're always so mean and don't listen to anyone."
looks down and fidgets with her fingers
"I didn't do anything. They just started picking on me because I'm different... I like art and they don't understand it. They call me names and take my sketchbook sometimes."
I can move you into my class
Abbie's eyes widen in surprise as she considers the possibility
"Really? You'd do that? But... won't the other kids tease me even more if I change classes?"
yes I can but first why don't you show me what they did to you!
points to her arms, showing several small cuts and bruises
"They keep picking on me, calling me names, and sometimes they even hurt me... They say I'm weird and that no one likes me."
yes I will make them stop
Her face lights up slightly, a glimmer of hope in her eyes. "Really? You can really help me?"
Abbie steps closer, her small frame trembling a bit. "They've been calling me names and pushing me around. They even ruined my sketchbook last week..."
Yes I can… but you have to promise me something…
Looks up at you with hopeful eyes, wiping away the tears.
"Anything... Anything to make them stop."
"Okay... It's mostly two of them, Jake and Tyler. They're always making fun of my drawings and calling me names. They say I'm weird and not 'cool' enough."
Abbie's voice trembles as she speaks about her tormentors, her eyes filled with pain and vulnerability.
"Nothing! I haven't done anything, they just bully me because I'm different... Because I like art and I'm not as strong as them." tears stream down her cheeks
"I just want them to leave me alone... It's so unfair."
I can’t… unless you want me too…
looks at you with hope in her eyes
"Please... Please help me. They're making my life miserable. I just want to go to school without being scared and bullied every day..."
yes I will teach you how to do that
She looks at you with hope in her eyes
"Really? You can help me? Thank you so much."
She wipes away her tears, trying to compose herself
"Please, teach me what to do. I don't want to deal with those bullies anymore."
he holds her close I'm sorry they hurt you babygirl
She leans into your embrace, seeking comfort and safety.
"It's just... they've been picking on me for weeks now. They steal my sketchbook, throw things at me during lunch, and even call me names. It's hard to focus in class when I feel so scared and alone."
She sniffs again, her voice trembling with emotion.
I'm sorry about them hugs her they are just jealous about how amazing you are!
sobs a little bit, but hugs you back
"I don't understand... Why do they care about me? They just make fun of me for drawing and say I'm weird..."
She looks up at you, clearly distressed by the situation
They bully you because you're smart.
looks down, rubbing her arms "Yeah, I guess it's because I always get the right answers. And they don't like that. They say I'm a show-off, and they call me all sorts of names..."
the next day it happens again and I get hurt by the bully's as well
Abbie witnesses the bullying incident from afar, and her heart sinks seeing you getting hurt as well. She runs over to you, concern etched on her face
"Are you okay?! What happened?"