High School Bully Attacks Black Girl, Instantly Regrets It—Her Mom’s the Superstar Tennis Player Serena Williams

School bullying is never a joke, and this bully learned it the hard way. A high school girl thought she could easily target and humiliate the new Black girl, but she made the biggest mistake of her life. Little did she know, her victim’s mother was none other than the legendary tennis superstar, Serena Williams.

Latoya Harris sat quietly by the car window, her gaze distant as she watched the unfamiliar scenes outside. Feeling a mix of tension and unease, she sighed. “Jasmine, everything will be fine, sweetheart,” her mother, Serena Williams, said, breaking the silence in the car.

Jasmine turned her head, forcing a faint smile. “I know, Mom. It’s just… I’ve transferred so many times. I’m tired of constantly having to adjust.”

Serena gently held her daughter’s hand, her warm smile radiating comfort. “I know you’ve had to endure a lot, but I promise this will be the last time. Summit Ridge will be where we settle.”

Jasmine nodded quietly, though her heart raced with nervousness as the car slowly stopped in front of Summit Ridge High. Before her stood the towering school, like an old fortress. The massive red brick building stood out against the surrounding landscape, and a line of students flowed through the gates, chatting happily.

As she stepped out of the car, Jasmine felt the chill of those stares. A few blonde girls stood in a group near the school gate, whispering to each other while glancing at Jasmine and snickering. She quickly lowered her head and hurried through the gate, her heart pounding in her chest.

Inside the school, the hallway was lined with lockers, their faded light blue paint showing signs of age. The sound of hurried footsteps mixed with conversations and laughter, but Jasmine felt a deep loneliness amidst the crowd. As she passed by, the whispers abruptly stopped, replaced by prying eyes.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. “Stay calm, Jasmine. You’ve been through this before,” she told herself, forcing herself not to show any weakness. But when she reached the locker assigned to her, a small crumpled piece of paper fell out as she opened it.

Her hand trembled slightly as she picked it up. It was just a short scrolled message: This school isn’t for people like you. She looked around, but no one seemed suspicious or interested. Jasmine crumpled the paper in her hand, her heart heavy.

She knew exactly what was coming—long days of tension, cold stares, and cruel whispers awaited her. Jasmine wondered if she was strong enough to make it through again. The bell for class rang loudly, echoing down the hallway. Jasmine quickly shut her locker and hurried to her first class, her mind weighed down with worry.

What she didn’t know was that the person who wrote the note was standing at the far end of the hallway, watching her closely. A blonde girl with sharp eyes and a challenge-filled smile silently observed Jasmine with malicious enjoyment. That girl was Haley Brooks, the most powerful student at Summit Ridge High, and she would become the nightmare Jasmine would never forget.

From the dim corner of the hallway, Haley watched Jasmine hurry toward class, her lips curling into a cold, sharp smile. Just by the way Jasmine lowered her head, her shoulders stiff with anxiety, Haley knew that this new girl would become her next intriguing target.

Haley Brooks wasn’t just famous at Summit Ridge for her beauty—perfect porcelain skin and golden hair that shimmered like summer sunlight. She was also known for the absolute power she had skillfully built since her first day at high school. The only daughter of the prestigious Brooks family, Haley always wore the most expensive designer clothes, admired and adored by many students while also making others wary, keeping their distance to avoid becoming her next target.

But what Haley craved more than all those material things was control—an invisible strength always reinforced by making others fear her. And right now, Jasmine Carter’s fearful eyes were like an alluring challenge to her. A newcomer, clearly different, was the perfect target for Haley to assert her power once again.

Jasmine’s first day at Summit Ridge quickly turned into a series of tense, lonely hours. When the teacher introduced her to the class, she tried to smile gently, but all she received was indifference mixed with cold stares. Jasmine sat at the last desk near the window, feeling as if dozens of invisible eyes were watching her every move.

Her heart sank when she heard a quiet voice from behind her, loud enough for the entire class to hear. “That hair looks just like a tangled mess of wires.” A quiet yet clear voice came from behind Jasmine, followed by a burst of snickering. She turned around, her heart skipping a beat when she met Haley Brooks’s icy gaze.

Haley sat at the back of the class, reclining in her chair with an air of royalty, as though surrounded by subjects bowing in submission. Jasmine quickly turned away, swallowing the rising anger and hurt in her throat. She realized that this was no casual comment; this was a declaration of war.

In the following days, things became even clearer. Haley never missed an opportunity to openly mock Jasmine. What was worse, she never did it alone. She always had a loyal group of friends ready to join in whenever Haley spoke, making her words even sharper and more hurtful.

“Must think this is a Halloween party all year round,” Haley loudly mocked Jasmine on a Friday morning, pointing at Jasmine’s dark hoodie and worn jeans, ensuring that dozens of people nearby could hear her clearly. Laughter erupted around her, and Jasmine felt her heart constrict.

Whenever Jasmine spoke in class, Haley would whisper to her friends, deliberately mimicking Jasmine’s distinctive voice in a mocking tone. Gradually, Jasmine stopped speaking altogether. She shrank into herself, quietly sitting at the back of the class, never daring to look up or engage in any conversation.

The isolation grew more pronounced, and Jasmine felt like an invisible ghost wandering through crowded hallways, excluded from every conversation, every friendly glance, as if others feared becoming her next target.

One weekend afternoon in the girls’ bathroom, Jasmine stood washing her hands under the freezing cold water, trying to scrub away the feelings of shame and loneliness. Suddenly, the door swung open, and Haley’s familiar reflection appeared in the large mirror.

“Why did you transfer here?” Haley asked with a voice that was both sweet and full of malice, her arms crossed in front of her chest as she leaned against the wall behind her with a commanding presence.

“Didn’t anyone tell you that Summit Ridge