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I'm Taking My Ball and Going Home

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posted on Aug, 2 2015 @ 02:19 PM
I'm Taking My Ball and Going Home

I used to be the ugly duckling. I used to be the rich brat. I used to be bullied everyday.

No More!

I was always the one trying to turn the other cheek.

I was always the one that ran home crying.

No More!

I thought if I was nice they would accept me. I thought if I shared my candy they would like me. I thought if I brought my ball to play they would pick me for their team.

Kick the Can, Hide and Seek, Kickball, Dodgeball...all I wanted to do was play and have fun. Why did they have to be so mean?

It must be their parents, they taught their children hatred. My parents were loving and sweet and kind and taught me respect for others. They taught me being a bully and picking on others was wrong.

They, also, taught me when enough is enough and that self-respect requires standing up for yourself when all else fails.

There used to be this group of kids that hung out in a group in our neighborhood, I tried everything to be part of the clan and to no avail...they just simply would not accept me.

They thought I was not cool enough. They thought I wasn't tough enough. Then one day it happened.

This one kid followed me off the bus and decided to punch me in the face in front of everyone, they were tired of me always getting in their way of fun, they wanted me gone.

I started bleeding and ran to my house, down the stairs, crumbled on the floor and cried my eyes out. Enough was enough. I no longer wanted to be part of such a terrible group of idiots. If they did not want me around, fine.

I started to grow that summer and my parents moved me to another school, so I did not have to deal with those jerks anymore...yet.

The following year, I went back to my last school. Only, now I did not look like the same nerdy, scrawny punk they could just pick on anymore. Nobody really recognized me, but I knew the bullies were still around.

I waited for the right moment and when I had my chance to exact revenge on that one jerk that punched me the occasion arrived.

He was on the bus again and now he was picking on another kid, so, I stayed on the bus until his stop. I got off and followed him and his brother, another jerk bully, and I tapped him on the shoulder and asked him if he knew who I was? He said yeah you are that kid I used to beat up on.

The bus driver was watching to see what happened and had put the bus in park, she knew who I was and she wanted the other kids to see what happened.

I told the bully to quit picking on the other kid and that if he didn't I was going to make him sorry. His brother told him to kick my butt again and shut me up. When he took a swing at me I blocked it and hit him with One Punch directly in his nose.

He went down like a sack of potatoes and never got back up. His nose was broken and he was out cold. I looked at his brother and asked him if he wanted to try me? He just ran in the house.

The kids on the bus were cheering for me and they all were so glad to see this guy get his just reward. That kid never bothered anyone again and whenever he saw me from that day forward he would just look at his feet and walk by as quickly as he could.

Word got out at school about what had happened and suddenly I was the coolest kid. I was still me and I was still the same kid they had ignored, so I just decided to keep being me and found other friends to be with and those other kids...they lost out on having a relationship with me.

I took my ball and went home.

posted on Aug, 2 2015 @ 02:26 PM
a reply to: soulpowertothendegree

Awesome post, S&F!

posted on Aug, 2 2015 @ 03:48 PM
a reply to: ChiefD

Thanks Chief. You know what I find incredulous, is that anytime I write something and place it in short stories it gets totally ignored, but it is some of my best work. Thanks for reading and appreciating.


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