hello every, I wanted to share a story of when I was a kid and I used to get bullied. BTW i'am 21 years old now so this wasn't that long ago
I first met my first and last bully in the 4th grade, he not only used to bully me but a few other kids. His name was Christian (lmao the irony)
anyways, this kid use to slap me, push me, and call me names like sissy, faggot, and bitch. One day I told my father about this and he laughed and
told me well I can't do much only show you what to do so he taught me how to fight and told me to always aim for the face specially the nose, he even
made me raise my hands and punch him as hard as I can. Weeks went by and the bully continued until one day i got tire of it.
I was making the line for lunch and the kid in front of me was taking a while getting his money out, and it just so happens my bully was 2 kids behind
me. My bully decided to push me and tell me "hurry up faggot" thats when i turned around and I punched him so hard I broke his nose, man was I scared
I never got in trouble nobody knew it was me, The next day I was scared, after school my bully was looking for me with his friend so I ran for the
bus. I got home and I told my father and he told me that the next day we were gonna go to school together and he demanded I show him the kid that kept
bullying me, and so I did.
When we arrived at school the first thing I saw was this bully, I didn't know what to expect, I pointed at him and my dad called him over, when he
came over my dad slapped him so hard across the head the kid couldn't cry cause how scared he got and my father told him if you continue bullying my
son I will find you and your parents you little coward.
That was the End of my Bullies career lol.
I decided to tell my story after reading about the kid who died and these bullies were still bullying him after death. it made me angry and wanting to
do something about it.
edit on 27-9-2011 by ^anubis^ because: (no reason given)
27-9-2011 by ^anubis^ because: adding my age