School is hard. You’re trying to figure out who you are, your hormones are all over the place, and on top of that, some peers are making it worse for no good reason.
Persistent threats and aggressive attacks from bigger, stronger, and otherwise relatively advantaged students can turn your life into hell. And whether it happens physically in the halls or online via social media, the effects can follow you well into adulthood, too.
Yes, time heals, but scars often remain, and you might feel like you need justice, especially if the wrongdoers never faced real consequences for their disgusting actions.
To show you how far people go for closure, we compiled a list of stories about the “quiet kids” taking revenge on their bullies, even if it was years later.
#1
This a*****e kid in my school when I was yougner bullied me since seventh grade, just the regular stuff you'd expect from teenage d***hebags. Gay bashing, calling me a f****t and so on. I'm truly convinced he's in the closet and secretly obsessed with me because he just goes out of his way to be a d**k. Quote: "I think all gay people should be put on their own island away from everyone else."
Anyway, once upon a time in Math class when the teacher wasn't paying attention, he'd throw dimes and nickels at me from across the classroom (and usually miss because he has s****y aim). I'm not the confrontational type *at all*, and have barely spoken in the class, but this pissed me off to no end. On a particular day, one of these dimes hit me in the back of the head. The entire class was quiet, and I just blew up. I turned around and said at the top of my lungs, in front of the teacher and all; "If you throw another f*****g coin at me I'm going to get up and punch you in the f*****g face." Got no response, and everyone in the room was staring at me, so I continued. "You're tough enough to throw it when I'm not looking, but won't admit it when I call you out. P***y." I don't know what came over me, but the best part?
The teacher stared for a moment before commenting; "Well said." And resumed teaching. He hasn't done anything to me since. Moral of the story, stand up for yourself if anyone ever picks on you. Bullies thrive on silence and their biggest fear is being called out, and I regret not doing it sooner.
Anyway, once upon a time in Math class when the teacher wasn't paying attention, he'd throw dimes and nickels at me from across the classroom (and usually miss because he has s****y aim). I'm not the confrontational type *at all*, and have barely spoken in the class, but this pissed me off to no end. On a particular day, one of these dimes hit me in the back of the head. The entire class was quiet, and I just blew up. I turned around and said at the top of my lungs, in front of the teacher and all; "If you throw another f*****g coin at me I'm going to get up and punch you in the f*****g face." Got no response, and everyone in the room was staring at me, so I continued. "You're tough enough to throw it when I'm not looking, but won't admit it when I call you out. P***y." I don't know what came over me, but the best part?
The teacher stared for a moment before commenting; "Well said." And resumed teaching. He hasn't done anything to me since. Moral of the story, stand up for yourself if anyone ever picks on you. Bullies thrive on silence and their biggest fear is being called out, and I regret not doing it sooner.
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#2
Back in middle school, two of my friends, John and Martin had a social studies class together. John had pretty low self-esteem, hated school and was depressed often. Martin was already a 6 foot tall behemoth who was essentially a doppelganger for Arnold Schwarzenegger (his dad had him start lifting weights in 6th grade. He is now well known in strongman competitions).
This obnoxious kid named Sean was sitting next to John and Martin during class and was repeatedly picking on Martin by mocking this red sweatshirt he used to wear all the time. Martin just quietly took the bullying for a few weeks until finally one day, Sean started making fun of him and Martin just stood up in the middle of class, slammed his hands on the 8' x 3' table and screamed "THAT'S IT!!!!".
He picked up the enormous rectangular table, hoisted it up, swung it and hit Sean directly in the face, breaking Sean's glasses and causing blood to go spurting out of his nose and all over himself.
Our social studies teacher looked over ad them dumbfounded, and after a few seconds of what I assume was disbelief, simply said "uhh..maybe you two should sit apart from each other.." and continued on to class after sending Sean to the bathroom to clean himself up.
Sean gets moved a seat over and is now next to John with Martin a couple seats over. Now, Sean is an idiot and didn't know that Martin and John were best friends. So, a week later, Sean begins bullying John instead, with the typical sort of "Why are you so quiet, fatty?" "how come you never say anything, are you a f****t?" etc.
Sean then says this line: "you don't even have any friends, do you?"
Martin, who has been listening the entire time to them stands up, looks Sean directly in the eye and says with the most intimidating voice a 7th grader can possibly muster, *"HE'S GOT ME."*
He picks up the table again and starts to hold it up. Sean realizes what's about to happen again, screams like the little b***h he was, and runs out of the room with Martin chasing him with the table.
Still one of the most legendary stories of Martin we have. He got to hit a guy in the face with a table almost twice and never got in trouble for it. Miss that guy tons.
This obnoxious kid named Sean was sitting next to John and Martin during class and was repeatedly picking on Martin by mocking this red sweatshirt he used to wear all the time. Martin just quietly took the bullying for a few weeks until finally one day, Sean started making fun of him and Martin just stood up in the middle of class, slammed his hands on the 8' x 3' table and screamed "THAT'S IT!!!!".
He picked up the enormous rectangular table, hoisted it up, swung it and hit Sean directly in the face, breaking Sean's glasses and causing blood to go spurting out of his nose and all over himself.
Our social studies teacher looked over ad them dumbfounded, and after a few seconds of what I assume was disbelief, simply said "uhh..maybe you two should sit apart from each other.." and continued on to class after sending Sean to the bathroom to clean himself up.
Sean gets moved a seat over and is now next to John with Martin a couple seats over. Now, Sean is an idiot and didn't know that Martin and John were best friends. So, a week later, Sean begins bullying John instead, with the typical sort of "Why are you so quiet, fatty?" "how come you never say anything, are you a f****t?" etc.
Sean then says this line: "you don't even have any friends, do you?"
Martin, who has been listening the entire time to them stands up, looks Sean directly in the eye and says with the most intimidating voice a 7th grader can possibly muster, *"HE'S GOT ME."*
He picks up the table again and starts to hold it up. Sean realizes what's about to happen again, screams like the little b***h he was, and runs out of the room with Martin chasing him with the table.
Still one of the most legendary stories of Martin we have. He got to hit a guy in the face with a table almost twice and never got in trouble for it. Miss that guy tons.
16points
#3
In middle school, I was the shortest kid in class (today, I'm 6'3") and was the easy target for bullying. One guy in particular stood out as particularly d**kish, let's call him Phillip.
Phillip happened to live in the same neighborhood as me, about 10 houses down the street. The thing to keep in mind here is that in elementary school, he and I used to be friends, but we fell into different crowds as we grew up. Despite our growing animosity, our parents were still friends and neighborly, oblivious to the fact that young Phillip enjoyed "borrowing" my lunch money and "play fighting" " after school. He was suspended twice for bullying s**t and started to develop psychopathic tendencies, coming very close to expulsion at one point.
Phillip's parents ended up divorcing in high school, and took split custody of the three kids. Phillip moved to Texas with his dad, his mother and two daughters stayed in Florida.
You can kind of see where this is going... I dated his younger sister in senior year of high school. We never had s*x, mind you, just dated for a month or so. But what's important is what happened in that month: Phillip's parents were talking about reconciling for the benefit of the kids.
On thanksgiving, Phillip and his dad came home for what was supposed to be the trial run for reconciliation. Everyone was to be on their best behavior, all smiles, etc etc. I was invited to the dinner, and Phillip had no clue I would be there. When he walked in and saw me, he instantly turned red and was visibly filled with rage.
He went into a frenzy right there, demanding I leave his house, he came up to me and shoved me. When his sister informed him we were dating, he lost it. He punched me in the jaw and started screaming he was going to k**l me. He grabbed a carving knife from the table and it was evident he intended to stab me.
Everything was stopped by two words: "Get out." His mom said that in an icy cold whisper that still chills me. Silence. In a seething voice, she told Phillip and his father that they were to never set foot in her house again. Then she looked at Phillip and said, "You are the reason why our lives are s**t, you are the reason why our marriage has been ruined, and you are the reason why I will never let you back into my life." No words were said after that, they left, and I never saw Phillip again.
**tl;dr: Indirectly cost my bully his parents' marriage.**.
Phillip happened to live in the same neighborhood as me, about 10 houses down the street. The thing to keep in mind here is that in elementary school, he and I used to be friends, but we fell into different crowds as we grew up. Despite our growing animosity, our parents were still friends and neighborly, oblivious to the fact that young Phillip enjoyed "borrowing" my lunch money and "play fighting" " after school. He was suspended twice for bullying s**t and started to develop psychopathic tendencies, coming very close to expulsion at one point.
Phillip's parents ended up divorcing in high school, and took split custody of the three kids. Phillip moved to Texas with his dad, his mother and two daughters stayed in Florida.
You can kind of see where this is going... I dated his younger sister in senior year of high school. We never had s*x, mind you, just dated for a month or so. But what's important is what happened in that month: Phillip's parents were talking about reconciling for the benefit of the kids.
On thanksgiving, Phillip and his dad came home for what was supposed to be the trial run for reconciliation. Everyone was to be on their best behavior, all smiles, etc etc. I was invited to the dinner, and Phillip had no clue I would be there. When he walked in and saw me, he instantly turned red and was visibly filled with rage.
He went into a frenzy right there, demanding I leave his house, he came up to me and shoved me. When his sister informed him we were dating, he lost it. He punched me in the jaw and started screaming he was going to k**l me. He grabbed a carving knife from the table and it was evident he intended to stab me.
Everything was stopped by two words: "Get out." His mom said that in an icy cold whisper that still chills me. Silence. In a seething voice, she told Phillip and his father that they were to never set foot in her house again. Then she looked at Phillip and said, "You are the reason why our lives are s**t, you are the reason why our marriage has been ruined, and you are the reason why I will never let you back into my life." No words were said after that, they left, and I never saw Phillip again.
**tl;dr: Indirectly cost my bully his parents' marriage.**.
14points
#4
At my high school kids loved to embarrass kids taking s***s so they would kick open the stall door and laugh at them. My junior year some kids a year below me did it to some nerdy kid thinking he would not do anything back. Until he came into the lunch room with his s**t on a paper towel and slapped the kid who kicked the door open in the face with it. That was pretty much the end of that joke.
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#5
Last year, there was this kid who didn't have many friends, so he would go to movies/lunch/etc. with his mom. He seemed nice, so did his mom. It wasn't like a, "Oh my god I can't spend a second without my mommy" type thing, it was more of that he considered his mom his friend. Anyways, this group of kids always made fun of him for it. They skateboarded a lot, sometimes at school they would start skating in a circle around him calling him a f****t and stuff. So one day, I'm at the local ice cream place with my own mom, and he's there with his mom too. I didn't talk to him or anything, just said hi. When they were ready to leave, he and his mom got in their car. She was parked up against the sidewalk. and this was a thin sidewalk, like maybe three feet wide between the buildings and the road. The kids who called him a f****t were skating along the sidewalk, in a line. He was sitting in the car, just anticipating for them to come. Right before they passed the car, he opened his door. The first kid smacked into it, fell flat on his back while the skateboard went under the door and kept rolling. The rest of them fell off their skateboards as they tried to avoid hitting each other. They were all bruised up badly, from what I saw. Then I saw the kid *high-fiving his mom* before they sped away.
It was f*****g awesome.
It was f*****g awesome.
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#6
In high school, I over heard someone saying I didn't deserve to get into a certain college, then another person told me to to my face I could still waste my education.
So, I went to college got good grades and went to grad school.
The best revenge is living well. Wasting time antagonizing your "enemies" can only bring you to disaster and folly.
So, I went to college got good grades and went to grad school.
The best revenge is living well. Wasting time antagonizing your "enemies" can only bring you to disaster and folly.
12points
#7
I had the complete opposite.
All throughout High School, there was girl that for some reason just completely irritated me. As a result of that, I tended to be a jerk around her.
We had a smallish school, and we both took honors/AP classes all 4 years, so it meant that we had at least half the day around each other. We also were in some of the same extra curricular activites etc...
Basically, there was a little cold war going on, for no apparent reason (neither of us had really fired a "first shot" we both just never got along and never got enough space away from each other to cool off or be able to just move on).
Finally, though, things came to a head.
Around valentine's day, senior year, our school did this fundraiser thing where you pay $1 and answer a dozen questions (or something like that) on this little form. The form gets fed into a computer (scanned in like standardized tests) and then it tells you who your valentine should be (it gives like a top 5 or 10 matches).
Guess who falls in my top 3?
Number 2 or 3 on my list (can't exactly remember now) was this girl.
I had spent 3.5 years needlessly not being friends or even liking this girl, and she's got the nerve to show up on MY top 3 best possible valentine's matches?!
I was sitting in class BSing about the results with other friends, waiting for class to get started.
I said loudly "________ is in my top 3?!? BUT SHE'S SUCH A STUPID AND ANNOYING PERSON TO BE AROUND-HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE!?"
She was sitting roughly 4 feet away, behind me, chatting to her friends (who were kinda mutual enough friends...again, smallish school so everyone kinda knew everyone).
The cumulative negative energy of 3.5 years of stupidly, blindly, not liking someone had reared it's ugly head.
The girl just walked out of the room.
Most of the room hadn't heard me, but about 10 people did. I got varying degrees of ಠ_ಠ from that group (everybody knew that the girl and I didn't get along, so my reaction wasn't shocking, just my complete lack of regard for her presence in the room was).
Nobody really said anything about it, and class started.
The girl came into class, and sat down and we all just went on as if I hadn't just pre-emptively used the nuclear option.
Anyhow, I went through the rest of the day feeling like a jerk (and rightly so).
I tried to think of what started the whole thing. I couldn't think of any actual reason to not like this person. I was baffled that I didn't like her and more puzzled as to why.
That night, after Cross Country practice and getting done with work, I sat down and wrote her a letter.
The letter wasn't very long, but I would come to know it had a big impact.
The first line was my best, most sincere apology I could muster.
The next paragraph was along the lines of (and it's been 12 years now, so I'm trying my best to remember how I worded things):
"I don't know why we don't get along.
We just don't, and I think that's OK. Not everybody in the world likes everybody else. That doesn't mean that we are allowed to be rude about it though. I don't know why we never got along, but I don't want to go through the rest of my life without saying this:
You are just fine as a person.
I don't need to like you, or approve of what you're doing any more than you need to like or approve of my actions. We should learn to treat each other with respect though, because we are both people, and being hurtful isn't good for anybody. We're both going to meet people in the future who we don't get along with, but if we never learn to just be civil and work well along side them, we'll spend a lot of time unhappy.
You and I will both go on and become completely different people. I hope that we both become happy and successful people.
I think that everything will be just fine, and I hope that you have a really great time with college.
Take care,
Cocotbs"
I gave that letter to her about a month prior to graduation.
I know she read it (I was in the room while she did), but we never spoke another word to each other after the valentine's incident.
Roughly 6 years after High School, I was back in town visiting and stopped in at the nicer of the handful of restaurants in town. I had planned on meeting up with a few friends so I was watching the door closer than usual.
In walks the girl.
We recognize each other, and wave. She walks over and we make a bit of small talk.
Finally she says, "thank you very much for writing that letter to me". I told her that I didn't want her to think that there was something wrong with her, nor did I want her only impression of me to be someone who is a jerk and that I was really glad that she read it.
Turns out, she kept that letter and it actually helped her adjust to college and grown up life (and it certainly helped me adjust to an adult way of thinking about things). She was done with college and was also just back in town visiting her family/some friends.
We chatted about work and life and wound up hanging out all evening just BSing as various friends came and left.
At the end of the evening, we parted ways amicably for the first time ever. It felt really good.
TL;DR: Don't be a jerk.
All throughout High School, there was girl that for some reason just completely irritated me. As a result of that, I tended to be a jerk around her.
We had a smallish school, and we both took honors/AP classes all 4 years, so it meant that we had at least half the day around each other. We also were in some of the same extra curricular activites etc...
Basically, there was a little cold war going on, for no apparent reason (neither of us had really fired a "first shot" we both just never got along and never got enough space away from each other to cool off or be able to just move on).
Finally, though, things came to a head.
Around valentine's day, senior year, our school did this fundraiser thing where you pay $1 and answer a dozen questions (or something like that) on this little form. The form gets fed into a computer (scanned in like standardized tests) and then it tells you who your valentine should be (it gives like a top 5 or 10 matches).
Guess who falls in my top 3?
Number 2 or 3 on my list (can't exactly remember now) was this girl.
I had spent 3.5 years needlessly not being friends or even liking this girl, and she's got the nerve to show up on MY top 3 best possible valentine's matches?!
I was sitting in class BSing about the results with other friends, waiting for class to get started.
I said loudly "________ is in my top 3?!? BUT SHE'S SUCH A STUPID AND ANNOYING PERSON TO BE AROUND-HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE!?"
She was sitting roughly 4 feet away, behind me, chatting to her friends (who were kinda mutual enough friends...again, smallish school so everyone kinda knew everyone).
The cumulative negative energy of 3.5 years of stupidly, blindly, not liking someone had reared it's ugly head.
The girl just walked out of the room.
Most of the room hadn't heard me, but about 10 people did. I got varying degrees of ಠ_ಠ from that group (everybody knew that the girl and I didn't get along, so my reaction wasn't shocking, just my complete lack of regard for her presence in the room was).
Nobody really said anything about it, and class started.
The girl came into class, and sat down and we all just went on as if I hadn't just pre-emptively used the nuclear option.
Anyhow, I went through the rest of the day feeling like a jerk (and rightly so).
I tried to think of what started the whole thing. I couldn't think of any actual reason to not like this person. I was baffled that I didn't like her and more puzzled as to why.
That night, after Cross Country practice and getting done with work, I sat down and wrote her a letter.
The letter wasn't very long, but I would come to know it had a big impact.
The first line was my best, most sincere apology I could muster.
The next paragraph was along the lines of (and it's been 12 years now, so I'm trying my best to remember how I worded things):
"I don't know why we don't get along.
We just don't, and I think that's OK. Not everybody in the world likes everybody else. That doesn't mean that we are allowed to be rude about it though. I don't know why we never got along, but I don't want to go through the rest of my life without saying this:
You are just fine as a person.
I don't need to like you, or approve of what you're doing any more than you need to like or approve of my actions. We should learn to treat each other with respect though, because we are both people, and being hurtful isn't good for anybody. We're both going to meet people in the future who we don't get along with, but if we never learn to just be civil and work well along side them, we'll spend a lot of time unhappy.
You and I will both go on and become completely different people. I hope that we both become happy and successful people.
I think that everything will be just fine, and I hope that you have a really great time with college.
Take care,
Cocotbs"
I gave that letter to her about a month prior to graduation.
I know she read it (I was in the room while she did), but we never spoke another word to each other after the valentine's incident.
Roughly 6 years after High School, I was back in town visiting and stopped in at the nicer of the handful of restaurants in town. I had planned on meeting up with a few friends so I was watching the door closer than usual.
In walks the girl.
We recognize each other, and wave. She walks over and we make a bit of small talk.
Finally she says, "thank you very much for writing that letter to me". I told her that I didn't want her to think that there was something wrong with her, nor did I want her only impression of me to be someone who is a jerk and that I was really glad that she read it.
Turns out, she kept that letter and it actually helped her adjust to college and grown up life (and it certainly helped me adjust to an adult way of thinking about things). She was done with college and was also just back in town visiting her family/some friends.
We chatted about work and life and wound up hanging out all evening just BSing as various friends came and left.
At the end of the evening, we parted ways amicably for the first time ever. It felt really good.
TL;DR: Don't be a jerk.
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#8
In 7th grade the most popular kid in my class, Aaron Weitzman, decided to make me a target in gym class and wouldn't stop pushing me around. While changing he checked me into a gym locker and in a semi-coordinated relatively fluid movement I spun back and threw a haymaker at his face.
My fist hit him flush in the mouth, where his top braces mashed the inside of his lips against steel, splitting them wide open.
Panicking at the site of his own blood, he burst into tears while the gym teacher Mr. Winslow grabbed me by the arm and took me straight to the principals office. Of course once we turned the corner he let go of my arm and smiled. "That punk a*s muthaf**ka had it comin to him didn't he?"
I nodded. When we got to the office, the principal was mortified I was responsible for causing a kid to get 20 stitches. He suspended me for two days.
My parents were in disbelief but pretty excited that not only did I stand up for myself, but I mashed a bully in the process. My dad took me to a Red Wings game to celebrate. :-).
My fist hit him flush in the mouth, where his top braces mashed the inside of his lips against steel, splitting them wide open.
Panicking at the site of his own blood, he burst into tears while the gym teacher Mr. Winslow grabbed me by the arm and took me straight to the principals office. Of course once we turned the corner he let go of my arm and smiled. "That punk a*s muthaf**ka had it comin to him didn't he?"
I nodded. When we got to the office, the principal was mortified I was responsible for causing a kid to get 20 stitches. He suspended me for two days.
My parents were in disbelief but pretty excited that not only did I stand up for myself, but I mashed a bully in the process. My dad took me to a Red Wings game to celebrate. :-).
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#9
Was on a school music tour and this kid who bullied me in class decided to throw stuff at me on the coach. I kept all the stuff and waited for him to get off the bus and threw it back at him.
Bearing in mind I had avoided confrontation for 2 years, I finally cracked. He punched me in the arm, I punched him in the chest hard as I could and I saw tears well up in his eyes as he staggered off.
But that's not the end. None of the teachers saw this fight so it continued. Myself and 3 friends were in our room before dinner and this kid and his mates decide to raid our room. They nick a few packets of candy etc. And run out.
Myself and friends barricaded the door and then went out via the balcony and got a teacher. The bully and his mates were caught trying to bash our door down. Their rooms got searched for our stuff and the teachers found booze (they were 15, so illegal), various d***s and a blown up toilet - as in destroyed. Their room was wrecked and it was about £5,000 ($7,500) of damage.
The bully and his friends were suspended and had to pay for the damage and banned from future school trips.
But there's still more. We were in Malta so they couldn't really be sent home. On the last day we went to the beach. Myself my roommates and a few older students hired out some pedal boats and went out on the ocean. The bully and his mates decided to follow us. We were just chilling in the sun when the bully's boat comes over. They stop a few metres away and swim onto ours. Full blown fight kicks off. My teacher had hired a jetski kinda thing and comes racing over.
Just as I'm pushing the bully off the boat the teacher stops and sends waves flying. The bully slips and hits his jaw on the boat (wasn't broken though). Him and his mates swim off and leave us alone.
Get back to school the next day and they're in deep s**t. Banned from 6th form (11th & 12th grade) and in isolation for 2 weeks after their suspension and paying the damages.
It was glorious.
Bearing in mind I had avoided confrontation for 2 years, I finally cracked. He punched me in the arm, I punched him in the chest hard as I could and I saw tears well up in his eyes as he staggered off.
But that's not the end. None of the teachers saw this fight so it continued. Myself and 3 friends were in our room before dinner and this kid and his mates decide to raid our room. They nick a few packets of candy etc. And run out.
Myself and friends barricaded the door and then went out via the balcony and got a teacher. The bully and his mates were caught trying to bash our door down. Their rooms got searched for our stuff and the teachers found booze (they were 15, so illegal), various d***s and a blown up toilet - as in destroyed. Their room was wrecked and it was about £5,000 ($7,500) of damage.
The bully and his friends were suspended and had to pay for the damage and banned from future school trips.
But there's still more. We were in Malta so they couldn't really be sent home. On the last day we went to the beach. Myself my roommates and a few older students hired out some pedal boats and went out on the ocean. The bully and his mates decided to follow us. We were just chilling in the sun when the bully's boat comes over. They stop a few metres away and swim onto ours. Full blown fight kicks off. My teacher had hired a jetski kinda thing and comes racing over.
Just as I'm pushing the bully off the boat the teacher stops and sends waves flying. The bully slips and hits his jaw on the boat (wasn't broken though). Him and his mates swim off and leave us alone.
Get back to school the next day and they're in deep s**t. Banned from 6th form (11th & 12th grade) and in isolation for 2 weeks after their suspension and paying the damages.
It was glorious.
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#10
Nothing great.... 6th grade I wasn't the most beautiful girl so I was picked on because I was over weight. All the time the popular girls would pick on me. So one day I noticed the most popular girl in class had a tissue sticking out of her bra... she started picking on me and i instantly came back with "i'm going to go cry about it... can i borrow a tissue from your bra?" [in front of our whole class during indoor recess]
INSTANT tears
never seen that girl cry before - it was the best moment of my 6th grade year!
stupid comeback but it was a hitter
never felt like such.
INSTANT tears
never seen that girl cry before - it was the best moment of my 6th grade year!
stupid comeback but it was a hitter
never felt like such.
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#11
During fifth grade, a kid harassed me mainly about my weight. I usually ignored him. While we were walking up a hill to our Art Class, he noticed I was on my s****y phone. He took it from me and found a picture of my sister. He started saying how much he'd love to do her. I shoved him down and grabbed my phone then continued walking up the hill without a word. A lot of the time when he physically attacked me, I would silently push him away and a teacher would get intervened. Well, this time there wasn't a teacher. Pushing him down max pissed this kid off. He ran at me and I turn around, stuck my foot in the air, and pushed him backwards. By now my friends had stopped walking and were laughing their bums off while I calmly stared at this kid who had caused silent tears to be shed for a year. He stood up, reached in his pocket, and pulled out a knife. I couldn't run faster than him, I knew that, so I'd have to seriously fight this guy now. Something about realizing this and thinking of how much of a d****e he was and how he had really hurt y feelings for the past year pissed me off enough to literally tackle him an start punching the s**t out of him. I just went to town, pulverizing his face.
I stood up and realized I was bleeding. The f****r stabbed me with the knife, but only like the very tip. It felt numb with pain and even though it was small my friends started flipping out. They ran up the hill and got a teacher while my bully rolled around in pain and I stood clutching my 'stab wound' that was really just a cut. After we were both in the principles office, the principle saw I was 'stabbed' and figured I was acting out of self defense. Logan got a few months in juvy while the girls fawned over big tough me.
It was great.
I stood up and realized I was bleeding. The f****r stabbed me with the knife, but only like the very tip. It felt numb with pain and even though it was small my friends started flipping out. They ran up the hill and got a teacher while my bully rolled around in pain and I stood clutching my 'stab wound' that was really just a cut. After we were both in the principles office, the principle saw I was 'stabbed' and figured I was acting out of self defense. Logan got a few months in juvy while the girls fawned over big tough me.
It was great.
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8points
#12
Yeah, back in kindergarten, this punk kid would tease me for having a weird name. So one day during nap time I was sitting at my desk, head down, when I saw the kid heading out to the bathroom. When I heard him returning, I casually stuck out my leg, he tripped, face planted, got up, lost a tooth and started crying. I smiled and went back to my "nap".
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8points
#13
One time in HS, a group of my friends and I were sitting at the lunch table playing a game of chess. Along comes a group of football players, one in particular liked to pick on us. He reaches across the table and flips the game board, then he chuckles about it. I mumbled to a friend that was a d**k move. This player hears that, turns around and slams his hands on the table. Get in my face to ask me what I just said. I told him I thought what he just did was a d**k move. His reply was "what are you going to do about it?" I replied "this" and plunged a pencil into his hand, between the thumb and index finger. The guy howled in pain and then started like he was going to punch me. One of my friends yelled "duck!" and next thing I see was a lunch tray being swung at the football player's face. The tray hits him in the face, he falls back onto another table and flips it over.
The captain of the football team steps in, looks over at us, then looks over at the other player and then says "man, the chess club just f****d you up."
That guy had to have 6 stitches for his hand and his nose was broken from the tray. He received a suspension and had to sit out 2 games. My friend and I received suspensions, too. But ours were nullified because the principal didn't like the head football coach very much. The principal liked doing things to upset the coach whenever he could.
The captain of the football team steps in, looks over at us, then looks over at the other player and then says "man, the chess club just f****d you up."
That guy had to have 6 stitches for his hand and his nose was broken from the tray. He received a suspension and had to sit out 2 games. My friend and I received suspensions, too. But ours were nullified because the principal didn't like the head football coach very much. The principal liked doing things to upset the coach whenever he could.
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7points
#14
I have a friend who's had to deal with bullies even as an adult.
One day, he was on an Amtrak train coming home from his sister's place, and a guy for some reason decided to start harrassing him and calling him "gay." A few minites later, he went up to the guy and said "But...you said we weren't going to tell anyone about that." The other guy didn't get it at first, and released another barrage of "gay" and "f****t." My friend said "But I thought we were still keeping our relationship secret! What happened? Did you change your mind?" At that point, the bully's girlfriend started giving the bully some funny looks, and my friend kept on with "You said she couldn't know about us," in response to every insult. After awhile, the bully just turned bright red and sat there grumbling. As my friend turned to go back to his seat, he heard the bully's girlfriend ask the bully, "Is there something I don't know about you?"
My friend never knew the bully, or the girlfriend.
One day, he was on an Amtrak train coming home from his sister's place, and a guy for some reason decided to start harrassing him and calling him "gay." A few minites later, he went up to the guy and said "But...you said we weren't going to tell anyone about that." The other guy didn't get it at first, and released another barrage of "gay" and "f****t." My friend said "But I thought we were still keeping our relationship secret! What happened? Did you change your mind?" At that point, the bully's girlfriend started giving the bully some funny looks, and my friend kept on with "You said she couldn't know about us," in response to every insult. After awhile, the bully just turned bright red and sat there grumbling. As my friend turned to go back to his seat, he heard the bully's girlfriend ask the bully, "Is there something I don't know about you?"
My friend never knew the bully, or the girlfriend.
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7points
#15
No, I was the bully. My dad, who was a****d my mom and me, died when I was 10 and at that time I started bullying my best friend. Obviously I was insecure and jealous and this went until 7th grade(this started in 5th) where he said to me that he doesn't like me, my personality etc., it really crushed me and I had a major realization. I still feel guilty after 3 years, sometimes can't sleep, because I wonder how I might have affected his life. He even said it was traumatic experience for him. He's now doing excellent in school, is popular, has many friends and a bright future.
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6points
#16
There was another boy who was continuously picking on me... then one day we were all playing basketball and he started again. i was so pissed that when he turned around i kicked his a*s (literally) so hard that he went up in the air and then landed on the ground. Even my foot hurt quite a bit, so hard did i kick him. He stood up, then went 50~100 meters away while clearly being in pain and with tears in his eyes and then came back after 15 minutes and played further like nothing happened. Never bugged me again after that.
5points
#17
When I was in like first grade there was a fourth grader who used to make a point of stomping our sandcastles or stealing our kickball or whatever he could to prevent my friends and I from having fun. One day we decided to get revenge by quickly building a massive sandcastle we had booby trapped for him. There were thick, tall walls and an interior that was hollow and very deep. We then dumped TONS of fire ants into it from several knocked over anthills we had bravely put into buckets and tossed in, and then we covered the top with sticks, twigs and leaves and a convincing layer of sand. It looked like a normal, extra large sand castle, and as soon as the f****r was on the field he went running for it and jumped directly on top of it. His legs quickly sank down like 3 more feet than he was expecting to go, and he was quickly completely covered in ants. He flopped and flailed his way out of the hole and ran screaming and crying and ripping off pieces of clothing in front of kids who had no idea why he had just gone insane, oblivious to the thousands of ants that bit the hell out of him. We took a few bites in the process but it was completely worth it.
He never f****d with us again.
He never f****d with us again.
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5points
#18
I went to CCD back in the day and the classes were a mix of two school districts so I either had known people for years, or barely knew them at all. One night we finished early and for some reason, some girl not from my district decided to start picking on all the nerdy boys from my school. One by one, she just picked away at anything and everything and I remember getting really mad about it, I didn't get why the teacher didn't stop her. When she got to one of my closer friends, I lost it. Stood up and told her the f**k off in front of the entire class. Shut her the f**k up, looked like she wanted to crawl under a rock and d*e until we all got dismissed. I didn't think much of it until one of the kids she'd picked on stood up, shook my hand and thanked me, and I realized that s**t, people probably never stand up for them ever.
The next week people saw her crying in the office begging to get moved to another class. Never saw her again. Dumb b***h.
The next week people saw her crying in the office begging to get moved to another class. Never saw her again. Dumb b***h.
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5points
#19
This is one my little brother did while i was watching. He was about 14 at the time and the guy picking on him was about 17. He was a huge maori and used to make fun of him for having glasses/looking like harry potter. Every lunch This kid would harass my brother a little then go out to the Athletics field and play rugby with all his mates. One lunch my brother just runs out onto the field at full speed and just tackles this guy as hard as he can from behind. Completely takes out his legs. The guys face slams into the ground. My brother starts kicking him for a few seconds then he sprints away as fast as possible. It was funny as f**k but the best part is what my brothers two friends were doing at the time. They grabbed all the bigger kids stuff, which hed left by a tree and run off with it. They threw all his stuff on different roofs in the school. Including his car and house keys. The school roofs were 2 stories and there was no way to climb up. I dont know how he got anything back.
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5points
#20
There was this girl in high school that was you quintessential popular b***h that everyone really hated. She was probably the meanest person I've ever seen up close.
Ten years later she works at Denny's. I go in as often as possible to drum up casual conversation about my life, and then over tip as much as possible.
Ten years later she works at Denny's. I go in as often as possible to drum up casual conversation about my life, and then over tip as much as possible.
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4points