Teenage Stories, A Short Story About Bullying In Schools Where The Hunted Fox Becomes The Fox Hunter

The Fox Hunter

This Best Stories, in the series, is a short story about bullying in schools where this bullied victim becomes a survivor. The title, The Fox Hunter, was chosen to demonstrate the reverse in the character’s life from a previous existence. This previous story is called The Hunted Fox. Both stories were written and inspired from a true experience.

Bullying in schools has traumatic consequences. In this short story, our character demonstrates how the trauma she sufferred changed her behaviour. In the past, she had been hunted by a crowd of bullies, armed with wooden implements, whilst she was hounded out of school. She felt like a hunted fox.

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Hide, my friend!
Hide, my friend!

A Short Story: Bullying In Schools - The Fox Hunter

“Well, they had a point. You are fat and disgusting!” The therapist announced. Patricia was sobbing, eyes red and nose runny. “This really isn’t helping. How can you say that?” Her mother comforted Patricia who stayed silent. “Come on… Let’s go. We aren’t putting up with that!” Her father announced, opened the door and ushered the family through. The therapist just observed and no more was heard from him.

Patricia suffered with anxiety-induced hyperventilation. This led to her to blank out and, prior to the referral to the psychologist, she had been admitted to a mental hospital. The trigger to her nervous breakdown was to do with a traumatic event at school. This was a result of long term bullying leading to an episode of being run out of school by a gang of boys. They threatened to kill her with a crowbar, sticks and wooden planks. She felt like a hunted fox.

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The hunted fox had become the fox hunter

During the six months that Patricia was away from school, she kept up with her studies. She didn’t want to go back, if she did, she feared that the bullies would get their revenge and there was no way of predicting where this would go. It then dawned on her that she needed to survive. None of the pupils were academic. The school was more a blackboard jungle than an institution of academia. The bullies would not allow Patricia or any studious pupil to get on. They would just tease, mane and make it impossible to provide a secure environment to learn in. Patricia had to decide. To survive or not to survive, that was the question! If she were to get through, she would have to conform to the majority. This would have to be at the expense of academia. It was as simple as that. The hunted fox would have to become the fox hunter.

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Bullying In Schools: Her fist hit her face with a great punch.

A new slimmer Patricia walked through the gates of the school. She was stronger and fitter. If anyone were to start on her, she would have to be clever and make an example of him or her. It was shortly after her starting back that a ‘wannabe’ hard girl wanted to gain some kudos points. She shoved Patricia and with the eyes of a wild rottweiler, this was her opportunity to make a stand.

She turned around and, with all her might, lunged at the girl. Her fist hit her face with a great punch. The girl turned to run. This was a surprise to her; Patricia never had behaved in that way before. She was supposed to be easy to beat up! Patricia ran after and got her to the ground. A crowd started to gather. Oh yes; now she had an audience – an advertisement to let people know not to bully her again. The girl got up and staggered, crying to her friends. The crowd dispersed with many congratulating Patricia, “Yeah, she deserved that!” they would comment.

Patricia started to make friends, whilst abandoning her old life with her old friends. She couldn’t be seen with them, it was too risky. She started to get the attention of a much older girl from the school, who lived nearby. Sally Mooling was the hardest girl in the school. She was always picking on Patricia on the school bus.

Sally Mooling was one of those girls who always got the cool boy after her. The other girls revered her and the boys adored her. Nothing bothered her, she had real attitude and wouldn’t think twice before getting another girl to the floor. She had great links to the gangs of the boys that had sent Patricia to her nervous disposition. Patricia thought of her as nothing but scum. Sally had a gang around her of rough girls, so it was no good for Patricia to defend herself in front of them; they would simply all jump in to protect the ringleader.

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Periodically the gang went to the park to drink cider.

One day, from arriving home on the school bus, Sally made her first mistake. She was alone and started shouting abuse at Patricia. Patricia stopped, turned around and grabbed Sally. She pinned her up against the wall and said, “If you ever call me names again, I swear I will have you!” Sally must have realised that she had overstepped the boundary and just said, “Come on Patty, it’s just a bit of fun!” “Well, ok then, that’s alright then.” Patricia was surprised at how easy it was to ward off the infamous Sally and this was a start of a friendship, although in the eyes of Patricia, was false.

Sally’s gang had come to accept Patricia as she was introduced little by little over time. She started to go around the their houses after school and learned the complexities of leg shaving. Sally had introduced Patricia to her cousin, Danny Prince, who became a boyfriend. Periodically the gang went to the park to drink cider through a straw in order to get drunk and have fun. Kudos points were being scored from all directions!

Danny lived some 50 miles away, but wrote and rang Patricia periodically. When they met up, it was just a case of simple fooling around as young people do. It was about experimentation, nothing more.

School was about doing time and getting through. Patricia had lost interest and found excitement in absconding with another group of girls within her year. She was one of the pretty girls now and the boys desired her. These girls were fun, fashionable and bright. They added a new dimension to Patricia’s life.

They would talk about boys, meet up for coffee and hang out at the amusement arcades in the town. They all lived in a location by the seaside, so would attract lots of tourists from all over the country. This meant lots of boys. Getting their attention, meant lots of kudos points. Kudos points meant survival!

Sally had a married older brother. He came and visited the family with his wife and kids. He took a shine to Patricia. This one occasion, he walked the three young children to the bottom of Patricia’s road and initiated a discussion with her. Patricia was friendly to him – it was Sally’s brother after all! There were some public toilets at the end of the road and whilst Patricia was exiting the ladies, he forced her back, with children in tow and advanced a kiss. It wasn’t welcomed “What are you doing?” Patricia started to panic.

He was 27 and she was 16. His children were in stow, 2 in a buggy, the other wandering. “Umm… your lovely.” he rushed, touching Patricia.

“You can’t do that” she responded. “Don’t worry, it will be alright”. He snuzzled himself up against her, pinning her to the wall. “Stop it!” she said. “It’s alright, I won’t be long.” He replied.

Leaving with his children, bemused Patricia was left with just the dripping sound within the dank, cold, darkness of a public loo.  She hadn't lost her innocence, but there again, within that moment, the lack of innocence alluded her, somehow.

Patricia never told anyone of this encounter. It was far too disturbing and much easier to just forget it. There were no tears, no deep psychological scaring and no emotion. It was as if she had learned the capacity to detach herself - a coping mechanism.

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...her body was just a meat suit.

Patricia left school with very little qualifications, but she had survived. She was now entering into a new phase in her life. One that was fraught with naivety. During her education she had gone from being bullied, hunted like a fox, to survive like the predatory fox hunter.

She had managed to detach herself from being an object of desire. There was a realisation that her soul was not affected by her meat suit was used to pleasure others. Is this how prostitutes manage their job. she thought?

The fox hunter was now out of her depth. This was something she didn’t understand, but for once in her life, realised that there was something she had that others wanted.

Now was the time to consciously lose her innocence. It was good to feel in control of this experience, rather than forcefully have it taken away by A.N. Other.

Patricia actively set out to look for a man who was going to teach her the ways of the world. She decided to be sensible. She was only 16 and the man she chose was 29.  She was told the first would never be forgotten, so how can the experience be so forgettable?  The 'sensible' choice, just wasn't that sensible, afterall!

He wanted to give it another go. She wasn’t really impressed so set him up.

It was late and her parents were in bed.

“I can’t stay at your place without my parents permission. You will have to ask them.” She said whilst standing outside the house, with a giggle that only she could hear in her mind. “I’ll go and get them.” She said as she proceeded into the house and up the stairs to her parent’s bedroom.

“Mum, dad, my new boyfriend wants me to stay over his house for tonight. Is this alright?” She announced, knowing what the response was going to be.

“No, it isn’t alright. Who is this guy anyway?” Her father exploded. “He’s downstairs” she responded.

The firework party had began. Up jumped her father, whilst mother followed, from their bed. Down the stairs they walked and on went the kettle for tea.

“So, you want my daughter to stay with you, do you? What exactly are your intentions with her?” He commanded with his deep authoritarian voice. “Errr… I want to marry her!” He replied. Patricia nearly dropped through the floor; this was not what she expected. She just wanted to get rid of him and was using the situation to get her out of a scrape.

“Oh no you don’t. She has a career ahead of her. She’s too young to be tied down. I think you should leave…” He had a glazed look to his eyes and there was no disputing this decision. With Patricia ushering him out telling him that he really had to go, he left quietly. She never saw him again.

Patricia felt a new sense of empowerment.  She felt disconnected from her body and, as she experimented with new lovers, she became the perfect actress.  However, it wasn't until partner number four that it dawned on her that she had not been broken.

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She was a vessel and an actress.

There were many other partners to follow, but Patricia still could not feel. What she did enjoy was the happiness she gave to others. The act was a way for Patricia to be liked. It was no skin off her nose to give herself over to others - afterall, it felt like nothing.

Patricia was no longer a hunted fox, a victim, neither was she a fox hunter. She had become something else. She was the stuffed fox, nothing more than a shell, void of feeling - a vessel. It was better this than suffering. Detachment from the body, therefore, is chicken soup for the soul and a mechanism for healing the present.

The experience of bullying from the past had, undoubtably, an effect on her. Her objective was successful. She had survived the journey through school. Detachment was its price. This fox hunter eradicated her feelings but she had survived. Would she ever find a good feeling again?

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janiek13 6 years ago from Florida's Space Coast

Good story!


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Dame Scribe 6 years ago from Canada

It is sad to walk through life so empty. Powerful story and message. Great writing! :)


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XTASIS 6 years ago from The Beginning

I liked the story very much !

Is there a chapter 2 ?


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shazwellyn 6 years ago from Great Britain Author

There is chapter 1. Have your read that?

The Hunted Fox – A School Bullying Story

Chapter 3 will be written soon.. watch this space!

Thanks for reading x


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tantrum 6 years ago from Tropic of Capricorn

Thanks shaz ! Xtasis is me.

So I will wait till chapter 3. :)


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shazwellyn 6 years ago from Great Britain Author

Tantrum.. wahoooo! Dual personality eh? Kewl! Will get cracking on with the next chapter x


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Neil Ashworth 6 years ago from Ireland

Nice article.


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shazwellyn 6 years ago from Great Britain Author

Thanks Neil - There was me thinking it was a story! lol :)


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DavidOValentin 4 years ago from California

You have a good storyline here. I see a lot of potential in your writing. This story could be expanded in to a book. I like the concept of the hunted becoming the hunter.


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shazwellyn 4 years ago from Great Britain Author

Thank you David. Check out the other parts to the series and, I am sure I can continue with it for years on. Patricia leads an extraordinary life.


alexisbrooke 4 years ago

good story..


needs work 4 years ago

wow! "Her fist hit her face with a great punch." Whose face? sounds like she hit herself! yeah, I know who you were referring to..


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Rosalinem 4 years ago from Nairobi, Kenya

very good hub.I was so intrigued and looking forward to reading more of your work


Priskittles =) 4 years ago

What i hate bully's they should know better my friends kill himself for being bully in school hi was only 12 year-old i'm going to do what i can to stop bullying!!!! o.0


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Denise Handlon 4 years ago from North Carolina

wow-this was an interesting and cathartic piece, I'm sure. Bullying in school continues to exist. My nephew has been a victim because of his sexual affiliation and I've recently discovered he has become the hunter. I've addressed the situation with him and the principal of the school and he is now doing his senior research project on the subject.

Great writing. Voted up.


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shazwellyn 4 years ago from Great Britain Author

Thank you Denise. It is all a great learning curve for all, don't you think?


pretierthenyou 4 years ago

this was long but apparently worth it


Ayah:) 4 years ago

I love this story! Amazing plot and written with rhythm! :)


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nmillsblog 4 years ago

Wow amazing story! I think this really is the key to solving bullying. It doesn't only have to be the child personally addressing the issue, it could be some of her friends stand up to the bully with her. The bully will back down at the add pressure.! Again great story and gives hope to other kids

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