Who wants another chance to win an ARC?

So let’s do this again!

This time, let’s have a little more fun. Storm has a lot of themes, but one involves bullying. (I’m not giving anything away. You can tell right from the book description that it opens with Chris Merrick getting beaten up in a parking lot.)

If you’d like to win an ARC for Storm: The Elemental Series, leave a comment about a time you witnessed a bullying event, whether as the victim, a bystander, or even the bully him/herself. If you can’t think of a time, just throw your name in the hat, and I’ll count your entry. (Hey, I don’t want to make anyone spill uncomfortable secrets.)

This contest is open to everyone on the planet (Yay, international! Sorry, intergalactic readers), and you have until 11:59pm EST Friday night, February 3.

If I get more than 50 entries, I’ll give away two ARCs, so please spread the word via Twitter, Facebook, Google +, email, carrier pigeon, shouting from the rooftops, chalk drawings on your driveway, or any other means possible.

34 thoughts on “Who wants another chance to win an ARC?

  1. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS GIVEAWAY <333 I cannot wait to read Storm when it comes out! :D

    Well…bullying eh? I was bullied when I was younger, in primary school :S But that was a long time ago! Thinking back, I’m quite surprised that there was a ‘popular group’ even in Year 2! Luckily, I learned to defend myself & was never bullied again πŸ˜€

    Once again, THANK YOU!!!

    shiirleyyx@gmail.com

  2. On more than one occasion, a girl in my primary school was bullied. People used to pick on her, because she was deaf, this went on for awhile. Even though she was bullied, she didn’t have many friends as she was quite aggressive and not very nice to be around. I wasn’t really her friend then, but later in high school was, as she was much nicer to be around and was a different person after being taken out from that unhealthy enviroment.

    Thanks so much for the giveaway! I would LOVE a chance to win this, sounds amazing! πŸ™‚

    readingwishes@hotmail.com

  3. Thank You so much for this giveaway.

    Now as for bullying, most of secondary/high school I was bullied by a few boys, times changing here and there as things change. I went to an all-boys school where there’s 200+ boys in each year level so you can just imagine the struggle it is finding your feet. Now for some moments you’d think 6 years with these boys and why now in our last year of school you decide to start with the ‘pick.on braiden because we want to’ business with our all-important exams just around the corner. But like I said the last few years of school were tough getting “toyed” with for filming myself do book reviews and putting them on youtube and getting bullied on facebook too by a select few. What about that douche that annoyed me by liking everything I did with the just as bad comments. I can’t tell you how disatisfying it felt having to go to school and ignore your name being called in mockery. And because I was the victim for far too long, I without thinking the consequences, made a snide remark when this kid in the year below said his grandfather’s in the hospital as he had a heart attack. The next day I found myself pushed into a window as I was coming out of the tuckshop, targeted like a battleship. I have the scars to prove it below my wrist but that’s luckily because I raised my arms to protect myself. This happened in a busy area and boys just gathered round and stared. I was in shock and vulnerable so I just ran, my wrist bleeding. Ran past my biology teacher who came out to see the commotion and then realised it had to do with me then came after me to take me to the sickbay. I was shaking like crazy. And people say why didn’t you fight back? Well, I’m not that sort of person and ignoring it all makes me that inch better to getting by.

    Urghh I should stop as I ciuld keep going….

    Bookprobereviews AT gmail DOT com

  4. THANKS for doing another giveaway! Whether I read the ARC or whether i have to wait and purchase a copy of my own, I’m SUPER excited to read “Storm”.

    As for bullying, I think I was more or less oblivious to what all went on. In high school, though, there was this one girl who was new. No one talked to her– everyone already had their own little “cliques”. In a way, ostracizing someone is a form of bullying, and I suppose I didn’t like to see her lonely. We actually ended up pretty good friends, believe it or not, even if her new baby and my college life get in the way.

    Thanks again for doing this giveaway. πŸ˜€ You are awesome, Brigid.

    darcyette AT hotmail DOT com

  5. The worst bullies I deal with right now are the parents at school! Lies, gossip, cyberbullying abound!
    I’d like to enter the contest, please.
    And, by the way, you won a free e-book on my blog. Would you drop by and leave a comment (not to be published) with the e-mail address where you want me to “gift” the book?

  6. I’d like to enter the contest. I can’t to read your book! tmh7878@yahoo.com

    You know, I’ve seen and heard about so many reports of bullying these days and it breaks my heart. I worry so much about Aaron starting school next year – will he be liked, will he be picked on, etc…? It’s a horrible thing to imagine happening to your child. I can’t imagine what “Momma Bear” instinct will come out if I find out something like that it happening to him. Watch out bullies! πŸ™‚

  7. I was bullied my first year in junior high school. This particular girl stalked me on a daily basis and I was never sure why or what I did to her. Didn’t even know her except her name from hearing it around school. Back when I was in junior high there were not any bullying laws so I told my mom what was going on. Her advice to me was to ignore it and walk away. Well I took my mom’s advice and did just that unfortunately it didn’t work too well.

    One afternoon I was walking home from school when she approached me. We were a block off of school grounds. She started yelling at me and accusing me of things that I never did. She did not like my answers so she decided to beat me up. After about 20 minutes she stopped and I proceeded on my way home with a busted lip, bloody nose and what would be a black eye the next day.

    As I rounded the corner to my house my mother, brother and sister were shocked at my appearance. Mom of course called the school but they said there was nothing they could do because it was off school grounds. My brother and sister told my mom that it was necessary for me to learn how to protect myself should this happen again and that her advice of “walking away” was a crock.

    The next day I went back to school inspite of my appearance. Of course I was met with lots of stares but I was not going to let her get the best of me. She never bothered me again, I guess I lost my appeal after she beat me up. Unfortunately she decided to continue her reign of terror with other kids.

    The line was crossed when I witnessed her bullying an elementary school kid who attend the school next to ours. I just could not stand by and allow this to happen. So remembering what my brother and sister had taught me I approached her and decided to give her a taste of her own medicine. I succeed in proving my point and unlike me – she did not come to school the next day.

    I walked the little girl home to make sure she was ok. She was lucky and did escaped from the beating I endured because I was strong enough to step in. Her parents were thankful and so was she. I told them I was just glad that I could help because that is how my parents raised me.

    Now I know in a way I did my own form of bullying by retailating on that girl but honestly she had it coming.

    I hate bullying – it is an ugly thing and should not be tolerated!

  8. Me, me! I want to win!

    I was the chubbiest kid on my dance team and the other girls used to tell me to ”Suck it in” because I was a ”fatty” and was going to make look bad.

    It all worked out to my advantage. I lost my chub, and was the only one who went to college on a dance scholarship!

  9. I was hoping you would have another giveaway!

    I witnessed my youngest sister getting teased and bullied. She was about seven. Needless to say, I wasn’t a witness for very long. Sister Bear came out!

  10. YAY! Throw my name in πŸ™‚

    So in High School, I was a bully 0.o I didn’t think I was at the time but after growing up I see it now. I have since made sure to tell the girls that were effected by it how truly sorry I am about it and talk to them often now.

    It was stupid and because of boys… no not an excuse but that was my thinking then. I do tell my kids that it is NOT acceptable to treat others in a mean way.

    SupaGurl
    supagurlheather @ gmail . com

  11. The bullying incident that stands out in my mind the most was also a hate crime. My neighbor (nearly 14)and I (about 15) went to an amusement park and were standing in a very long line for a water ride. These two boys about 12 and 13 got in line behind us, and proceeded to make obnoxious remarks. Friend and I were both pretty cute at the time, and we shared one of those eye rolls because we assumed they were just trying to get our attention by being jerks (why do they ever think that works in their favor?).

    But their remarks escalated to calling us both Chinks, and singling out my half-Japanese friend for rude gestures and particular meanness. It became obvious that this was genuinely hateful behavior and not just boys trying to get our attention.

    We tried all the tools in our teenaged toolbox, which was pretty much ignoring them and/or saying smart things back, but neither of those helped. And keep in mind that we were surrounded by other people in line, who merely watched. The fact that they were getting away with it seemed to egg these boys on, and it got to the point where one was actually in our faces, spitting mad.

    When I get truly angry, I’m one of those people who gets colder and quieter rather than yelling. And I’d had enough at this point, so I got right back into his face and said, “Unless you want to go for a swim right now, you little shit, you’ll back the hell off.” He must have been able to tell that I was dead serious, because he backed off.

    But of course, by now he had ruined our afternoon and we left to go find another ride. But not before I turned to the people in the line and said, “Every single one of you saw and heard what was going on, and not one of you spoke up. You’re every bit as bad as they are!”

    But lest you think I’m some damn big hero, I also had a period of time where I was the bully. Mainly just because I could, much to my shame.

  12. The only time I can think of having been personally involved in bullying, sadly enough, was within my own family. My little sister, little brother and I did everything together, and then when I was about 9 my brother and I suddenly decided that my little sister was uncool and couldn’t be involved in anything. Of course, a year later I was the uncool one and my little siblings were building forts without me. Children are so weird and fickle and cruel.

    My email is jasmine dot medusa at gmail dot com

  13. THANK YOU for this giveaway and for making it international.

    Now as for bullying, I’m sure many of us have experienced it at one stage of our lives. For me, I wasn’t bullied badly. I was more the person who’d stuck up for my friends who’d tried to bully them. However, in high school I had my fair share of girls (ones I never liked) who’d said some things to try and upset me, and I remember in year 8-9-something a girl who always picked me out as a target had grabbed my glasses and wouldn’t give them back (she always did it), and I think she targeted me because I was small in height (thankfully I have outgrown this haha I’m quite tall now) and quiet. Then after a while, I just ignored her and stood up for myself by telling her to STOP, which this girl hated even more. Then I had no further problems, partly because she ended up leaving the school . . . though she did come back a few years later . . . mind you she never bothered me again. But then I had another problem around the last year or so of high school.

    There was yet another girl (I seem to have a lot of problems with redheads cause the first girl I talked about was also a redhead and then this girl was too . . . ) whom came to our school and she was quite a big girl and was annoying as hell. She targeted me too and every time she tried to bully me with comments I just used my smartmouth which won every single time. At one stage, she was so peeved that I outsmart her, which led to her throwing a compass at me and missed. And the teacher saw. Bonus points, anyone? Then there was another girl whom I had to put up with for a few years due to her being a friend of another good friend of mine and she always tried something with me when people – boys mostly – were around. Unfortunately for her, she never could bother me and despite my problems with the girls, everyone who knew me well enough knew not to pick on me – especially with me being the quiet kid. The dangerous ones haha. And everyone knew that if someone did try something, they knew straight off that I don’t put up with people like . . . them. After looking back on this, on the years of high school, I’m sure proud of myself.

    Anyway that’s my story. haha.

    ERIN W.
    little_dhampir@live.com.au

  14. Thanks for the awesome giveaway Brigid!

    As for bullying, there was plenty of it to go around when I was growing up. I am the oldest of six kids and it breaks my heart some days to realize that bullying each other when they were kids (which everyone wrote off as normal sibling stuff) is the reason two of my soon-to-be-adult sisters passionately hate each other. Not being able to do anything where both of them are invited sucks. It also makes me vigilant in how I respond to my kids and the way they treat each other.

    Patricia
    PatriciaERiley (at) gmail

  15. Storm sounds great. I can’t wait to read it.

    As for bullying, my comment mirrors Erica’s above. My younger sister used to be bullied in grade school, but not long with me around.

    ginger at crossfitgeorgetown dot com

  16. Oh no, I’m an intergalactic reader! D:

    Hah, kidding aside, yay I can participate for your giveaway! *happeh dance* Sign me up!

    I was very fortunate (although I didn’t really realize it at the time, as expected), to have grown up in a fairly good environment–or that was the case in my school class, which was the same from kindergarten to high school. We all came from different social strata: there were really poor girls, filthy rich girls, middle class girls, black girls, native girls, blonde girls, etc., and we all got along pretty well. There were personality clashes (especially during the teenage years), but it never went beyond that. Annoying as I found some of my class mates to be back then, I am now proud of the fact that we were all pretty decent people.

    However, the class one year below us wasn’t like that. To date I don’t know what those kids had in their heads; maybe they watched too many Mexican soaps where everything is super dramatic and over the top. They were classist, elitist and deluded. Somehow one girl in their class suffered the blunt of their hate. This one time they all gathered together in front of her and sang a song they “composed” for her, which basically said “multiply yourself by zero, paint a forest and get lost” and other more hurtful lines that my brain chose to forget. I have no idea why they did that; my entire class was shocked when we found out (interestingly enough, our two classes didn’t get along at all.) I remember the nuns had to intervene in the matter and there were a lot of talks with parents and some threats thrown about. It wasn’t the ugliest mess in school by far, but it was pretty up there.

    So, I lived in that kind of sheltered environment up until I graduated at 17. Then I went to university and was also lucky enough to find class mates there that were pretty decent people (this is one of the reasons that actually makes me wonder why my country’s so fucked up; it’s a contradiction), and it was thanks to the internet that I discovered bullying is such a serious problem in other, far more developed countries like USA and Japan. From my stand, from my experience, it doesn’t make sense. It’s food for thought.

  17. I was bullied very badly by a big thug of a kid in about the 4th grade. He used to pound on me daily and it went on for months. It finally ended when I figured out how to avoid him but I think he’d gotten bored with it by then anyway. It sucked.

  18. I was bullied once in elementary school. This guy (my brother’s asshole friend) got almost the entire class to basically parade around me and call me names. It was mortifying because I was already shy enough, and I just moved from a different school. One of my friends swooped in and pulled me out of the mosh pit. She convinced me to tell a teacher and the guy spent at least a month of his recess’ pulling weeds and helping the teachers.

    jujubee(dot)love(at)gmail(dot)com

  19. Thanks so much for the giveaway!!!

    When I was a kid I used to get bullied by my neighbor, a boy who was several years older than me. He always said hurtful things to me and made me cry. My sisters and I knew him as the “mean one”. All his other brothers were much nicer than him. He and his family moved a few years later so I didn’t have to put up with him anymore.

  20. EEEH HERE IT IS THE INTERNATIONAL GIVEAWAY! *dances a jig*

    I think I’ve led a sheltered life as well. I’ve never encountered bullying directly, though I’ve seen watered-down versions of it — mainly teasing that never went too far (as far as I could tell). I do know girls can be extremely catty, and indirectly we probably might have hurt a few specific people by isolation and gossip.

    So, er, do I leave my email address? yahongchi @ gmail . com

  21. Dear Brigid,

    First of all, thank you so much for offering an arc of your book!! OMG! thanks for this chance to participate yay!! =D

    I have never been bullied thanks Lord, but I did witnessed when I was 14-15 years old. A new girl came to school in the middle of the school year and was assigned to our class. She was very pretty and had excellent grades and the cutest guy in the class was drooling for her. Yet, this girl was really humble and nice. I was lucky enough to have a good relationship with her and become friends with her. However, other girls in the class and in the school got very jealous of her. It seems that being pretty, intelligent and popular among boys is not the perfect scenario after all. Girls got really mean to her or simply ignored her. Yet, in school ground never happened much, me and two other girls were always with her, but the threats were happening almost every day until a group of girls seriously threatened her to hit her hard after school. Why? Because one of that girls’ boyfriend broke up with her because of my friend. Seriously! this did happen!! From that day on, we always walked together after school to our way home and we all stayed at my bullied friends’ place for a few hours until we made sure nobody was going there to bother her or until her mother came back from work. However never happened more than insults at school or spiting-in-her-clothes kind of stuff. Yet, it wasnt a good year for her =(. Next year, she changed school. Then, I came to live to Canada and more than ten years have passes since that. We still talk but not as much as before. Distance is mean to all of us.

    And that’s my story!
    I tried to make it short XD

    I wish you a wonderful weekend!! =D thank you so much for this giveaway!! yaaaaaaaaaaay!!!!

    Natalia Belikov
    naty_noldor@hotmail.com

    β˜…Dazzling Readsβ˜…

  22. I’m dying to read STORM and will whether I get an ARC or not, but I want to get this up to 50 comments for 2 ARCs and I think there need to be more stories from the bully’s point of view.

    I have, of course, been on both sides of the bullying spectrum. I was a fat kid with braces and glasses. I got plenty of it up until high school, but oh sophomore year, when the puberty gods smiled upon me I grew six inches, got my braces off and finally purchased contacts. I had successfully crossed the dividing line into quasi-popularity and after having suffered the dredges of nerddom, I planned to stay there.

    We shall call my victim V. She didn’t do anything terrible to me, except try to break into my new circle, a position my friends and I felt she didn’t deserve. Now girl bullying is more like psychological torture. High School girls should be admitted into the CIA to get information from spies and terrorists, because their methods work.

    My friends and I spread rumors about V. That she’d slept with someone else’s boyfriend, and even worse…ruined her car! Don’t tell anyone you learned this from me, but if you stick bologna to someone’s car, it will remove the paint, especially when baked in 100 degree Arizona sun. We tore the pieces into long strips and spelled out “bitch” in processed meat. She couldn’t afford to get it repainted so she had to drive around with that on her car for the rest of the year!

    I feel terrible about it now. I’m pretty sure I felt bad then even though I had no soul. I know I earned some bad karma points on that one, and my only hope is that one day I can make up for it.

  23. Thanks for the awesome international giveaway!! This sounds like a very powerful read. I won’t mention the bullying I’ve received. But there have been numerous times while growing up that it happened to me. It’s very disheartening, and people should think more before they act. The stories here have proven just that.

    Thanks again!

    Vivien
    deadtossedwaves at gmail dot com

  24. Okay, it wasn’t physical bullying, but it was more mental. When I was younger, there was this girl who constantly made fun of me because I was Chinese and my eyes looked weird and blah blah blah. Well, when some of my friends would hang out around her, she made sure I couldn’t hang with them. She find some way to exclude me. I was sad, but I ignored it and played on the swings with some other kids. I was happy when she moved, but I know if she was still here today, I think we would have been friends.

    Thank you!

    TayteH
    thunter_5@yahoo.com

  25. I’ve experienced attempts to bully me before, but they were very unsuccessful πŸ™‚ I shrugged off the names and jokes, punched back and laughed in their faces. Also, I have a long memory and revenge is sweet. I hate bullying and whenever I saw it at school I’ve always interfered. Thank you for the giveaway and for making it international!
    impy80 at hotmail dot com

  26. I can’t think of a time when I was bullied before. But a year ago, my guy classmate was often bullied by his friends(one of which is also my friend). They were always calling him names, but they don’t hurt him physically. I think he experienced that for a whole year and he claims that he’s used to it since he and his friends were together for too long.
    Thanks so much for the chance!!

    sauvadeavelle @ yahoo dot com

  27. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS GIVEAWAY <333 I cannot wait to read Storm

    ok have never been bullied before. scratch that . in elementary; let the tale begin; since i was litle i loved to read , say age 8. [i just discovered the magical realm of books] And a 12 yr old 5th grader slapped a book out of my hand one.i picked it up , the same happened. she was laughingat ame out loud. luckily my teacher was in the area and saw it and gave her wan boeng bigi brood met bokking/ suriamese for she have her a lecture and the mean girl was ordered to say sorry. And now if i see bullying i try to step in

    good luck all
    student.caprino@gmail.com

  28. Oh, wow! Thanks for the chance.
    I think we’ve all experienced bullying at some point of hour lives in some shape or form. Be it as a high schooler or in the work place or even from our friends who can sometimes be cruel without ever meaning to.

    I was lucky st school–I was quiet but friendly and well liked so I wasn’t really bullied, however I’ve known people who have. I met my best friend due to bullying. It was in the 9th grade and she was new and her emo/gothy look had her drawingg the attention of some really cruel people who pretende to be her friend and then made fun of her. I was the one who found her crying and alone and talked to her despite everything, inviting her to sit with me despite others. We’ve been best friends ever since..

    Thank you for the chance and for allowing us to share our stories. I’m sooooo excited to read this book.

    Rachybee101@live.com.au

  29. Thanks for the chance for this! πŸ˜€ Awesome giveaway.

    To be honest, I’ve never truly personally experienced bullying the way a lot of people I know have. I’m lucky because I’ve only really lived in safe neighbourhods and went to safe schools, but I know that for a lot of people out there it’s not the same. The worst stories I hear of are often cyberbullying. I hate all kinds of bullying, but I’ve always thought that one to be one of the worst.

    Thanks again for the giveaway! πŸ˜€

  30. Thank you so much for this chance, Brigid! Your book sounds so amazing and I can’t wait to read it. πŸ™‚ And I just love this writing prompt, because bullying is one of those few things that I just CAN’T STAND!

    I think I’m one of those few lucky people because I’ve never been bullied as a kid, or even now in high school. And I always try really hard NOT to exclude anyone if I can help it by saying hi to everyone in the halls and not paying any attention to any gossip so I can look at everyone with an untainted bias. And even though I think it’s not that bad in my high school — maybe because we’re in a generation that’s been warned off of it so much, or because my school isn’t extremely big — I’ve still seen it happen in those small subtle ways, like excluding someone from a group or spreading false rumors. Sometimes it’s so subtle that me and my friends don’t even notice it until someone finally breaks down in public — and I don’t know if this subtly is better or worse, but I hate it anyway. We always try to extend an arm to anyone who’s ever been a victim, anyone we suspect has been a victim, or anyone at all, but sometimes it’s not enough. I wish I could do more, but it’s so much harder to let a teacher know what’s happening when most of this stuff is happening under my radar, too. πŸ™

    Thanks again for the thought-provoking topic, Brigid!

    mimivalentine@hotmail.ca

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