posted on Mar, 30 2011 @ 08:52 AM
I say fair play to the fat kid, he finally relised that he was bigger than that skinny little runt punching him.
When I first moved to where I live now I was bullied in school for about three weeks, everyday this kid called Ricky and his little cronies would
corner me and beat me up. One day in the science lab Ricky whipped me across the back with a plug cable, it really, really hurt. I screamed out in
pain but the teacher just told me to keep it down.
About 15 minutes later Ricky and his mates were sitting across the table laughing at me, they were planning something or atleast I thought they were.
I flew into a rage, picked up the wooden stool I was sitting on and smashed it extremely hard into Ricky's face. The stool broke into many pieces.
Everyone was stunned, Ricky was on the floor crying like a little girl.
I was subsequently suspended from school for 24 days, I didn't get grounded as my father deemd my actions as justified (he used to be a boxer in the
army). When I went back to school Ricky and his cornies didn't even look at me again let alone bully me.
Morale of this story: Sometimes violence is the only option!
ALS
edit on 30-3-2011 by ALOSTSOUL because: (no reason given)