It’s every nerd’s fantasy: give the bully a taste of their own medicine. For these Redditors, the fantasy became a reality. From literally claps back to revenge of the more creative variety (I’ll never look at pencils the same way again), former victims got really creative when facing off against their tormentors. Gear up to these inspirational stories of former victims fighting back against their worst bullies.
1. Face the Facts
In fifth grade, this dude who always picked on me was kicking my seat in an assembly, and I was having a terrible week, and this was my last straw. I turned and punched him in the face, but I wasn’t satisfied with the first punch because it felt weak. I figured I’m already going to be in trouble, so I went back for a second, better punch—one that felt worth getting in trouble over.
Also, this was a DARE assembly, which was about saying no to drugs, gangs, and violence, so I basically learned nothing.
2. Don’t Become an Example to Your Fiendish Friends
I was being bullied for like a month when I was 13 or 14. Some guy from my class started messing with me (pushing, hair grabbing, neck slapping, stuff like that), and I didn’t know how to handle it. One of his friends from another class, a guy I had never spoken to before, tried it once and I instinctively punched him in the face. The bullying stopped.
If that random guy didn’t do what he did, I don’t know how I would have put an end to it, to be honest.
3. Some Actions Won’t Be Lost in Translation
My bully decided to sit next to me in class, repeatedly whispered insults to me, so at one point I snapped, took his head, and bashed it into the desk. I think I would have been in deep trouble had his textbook not been there. Needless to say, I got kicked out of that class and had to change English classes.
4. Understand That I’m a Gentleman
For context, I’m 6’5” tall and have been since high school. There was a girl I was friends with who had a boyfriend. There was nothing going on between us, but her boyfriend was older and used to call me names and throw stuff at me in the halls. I’m not a particularly confrontational person, so I let it go on like that for a while.
There was a day when he knocked my books out of my hand and I had had enough. He wasn’t nearly as big as I was, so I picked him up by his shirt and slammed him against a locker. The bullying stopped.
5. School Drools, Mom Rules
I was 7 and I was a nice kid with average grades. This one bully was taller than me. He was like any typical bully. He’d trip me or push my head for no apparent reason. I was getting so annoyed that I felt a red heat rise up all over my body. I looked at him and told him to stop. He pushed me to the ground. I stopped and punched his nose with all my force.
His nose started to bleed, and I was sent to the office. My mom had this thing where if they started it, then she’d pretend that she was mad at me at school, and then would come home and say “Congrats.”
6. Get a Kick Out of That
A group of boys thought it was hilarious to keep our football and stop us from getting it back after it rolled towards them on the school field. They kept passing it between themselves and picking it up and trying to keep it away from us. After trying for about a minute to get the ball from them by running after it, one of them picked the ball up and kept moving it away trying to keep it out of my reach.
I took a few steps back, no longer interested in trying to not hurt them and did a “goal kick” on the ball. I kicked his hand in the process and the ball smacked him in the face and gave him a bloody nose. He didn’t even try to react: he just turned and walked away with his tail between his legs.
7. Treat Me Like a Gentleman or Get Treated Like a Dog
The bully would always grab my butt or slap my neck, say rude things about my nationality and insult me. I often told him to stop, but he never did. For a year and a half. Once, in a lecture, he came to my desk and grabbed my butt. I had a really bad day that day too. The moment he grabbed my butt, I saw RED. I was MAD.
I stood up and looked him in the eye. I took his head and SMASHED it against the wall with all I had. Nothing serious happened to him. Except for the teacher got mad at him for bothering me. I was a quiet and good-hearted kid, and the teacher knew that.
8. I’m Not the One Who Need Protection
In middle school, we were hanging around before classes started, and this guy who used to be my friend came up behind me and put a condom in my mouth. I turned around, pushed him up against the wall and punched him in the face. The whole school heard about it and they were all backing me up for the rest of the day. I didn’t even get in trouble.
I’ll expand a bit. He was super embarrassed and tried to negotiate with me saying, “You have to let me punch you back to make up for it,” or save his honor or some bull. People would not stop teasing him about it. I think that when the teachers heard about it, they thought it was funny and I had a good rep with them, so they let it slide.
9. Put Your Fists Where Your Mouth Is
Not at school, but I was 12 and a kid on my block constantly challenged me to fight him because he knew I didn’t want to, so it was a great way for this chubby, incompetent brat to show off. One day, outside the convenience store, to his surprise I accepted. He came towards me and I basically just lifted up my leg and “kicked him” in the stomach.
Honestly, he just bounced off my foot. In shock, he came at me again. This repeated about 3 times as the expression of disbelief on his face became more pathetically pronounced. He finally gave up and ran home past my house, telling my mother who happened to be outside that I beat him up. But she already knew about his behavior towards me so as soon as I explained what happened it was all good.
He wasn’t actually hurt physically, just emotionally. We both learned a good lesson that day, and he actually grew up to be a decent guy from what I could tell.
10. He Said, He Said, Moms Said
It was fifth grade. I can’t remember what specifically caused me to snap, but after spending the last five years being continually harassed, bullied, and assaulted by a specific boy I’d had enough. I calmly walked to the mounted pencil sharpener at the back of the class and sharpened my pencil to a very fine tip. Then, I walked behind said bully, and in a downward motion slashed him across the entirety of his back in one fluid motion.
Obviously, I got a truckload of trouble for what I did. The principal insinuated to my mother that the parents of the other boy may want to press charges for my harming of their pride-and-joy. My mother, bless her heart, retorted back, “If that’s the case, perhaps I should press charges considering how often my son has been coming home with cuts, bruises, and welts administered at their boy’s hands without repercussions from your staff.”
The principal moonwalked out of that conversation so freaking fast. I still was read the riot-act at home, though. Got drilled into me that what I did was use a weapon to harm someone, and that it would never be tolerated at any level. Grounded for a very, very long time. Bully gave me space, for a while anyway. Went back to his usual torment after a couple of weeks—minus any physical contact.
11. No Help From Above
I didn’t snap a bully, but I did snap at a teacher who didn’t do anything no matter how many times I told her I was being bullied. All my bullies, their parents were on the parent council, they got funding for field trips and things like that, so the kids were basically untouchable. I yelled at the teacher telling her what they have done to me, things like taking my school supplies, excluding me from activities, calling me names and throwing things at me, along with other things.
I told him how I was sick and tired of being blamed that it was my fault I had no friends when every single bully told people to avoid me. They invented this thing called the Katie-touch, like the cheese touch but you could get the Katie-touch if you talked to me, and I finished it by telling her that she was stupid and was too worried about losing school funding that she didn’t care what happened to her students.
No one backed me up and nothing changed. I got a three-day in school suspension and the bullying got worse. Kids would take my lunch and shoes, so did get in trouble for not wearing my indoor shoes and I passed out one time from hunger and dehydration from not eating. I hated that school, and I’m so glad I went to a junior high that didn’t have anyone else there from my old elementary.
12. Call It An Act Of God
This happened in eighth grade. I was bullied from the beginning of seventh grade and one day, I decided to report him. I got bullied for reporting the bully. I got so mad that one day after church I beat him up in the parking lot. I made sure I didn’t beat him up enough to have to call an ambulance but enough to hurt. He didn’t mess with me from then onwards.
13. Help Out or Get Out
What made me snap was watching someone else get bullied. I was bullied all through school by my supposed “friends.” I was on my way out to my car to go home one day and noticed a freshman getting teased and then his books smacked on the floor and then get tripped. I grabbed the little punk and slammed him against the locker and said, “Pick up all his stuff right now and apologize before I make you a permanent addition to these lockers.”
After he was done, I told him that if I catch him doing it again, I will be explaining to his grandfather personally why he has a broken nose. His grandad was the superintendent of the school district.
14. Sometimes the Best Thing to Do Is Walk Away
The moment I snapped, I quit my dream job. My boss and her assistant were horrible mean women who made my life a living hell. I was training guide dogs for a pretty well-known school, and the work was amazing, and I felt like I was being a part of something amazing. But they crushed my soul and I felt like I had a small nervous breakdown.
Not much happened to them. I’m not a vengeful person, I just walked away for my own sanity.
15. Can’t Even Pick on Someone Not His Own Size
This happened six years ago, when I was in fifth grade and the bully was in sixth grade. I’d gotten to school a bit early and was just chilling on my phone when the bully came up and started ranting about how I couldn’t be on my phone. I said that hadn’t even started yet and it was none of his business. He then reached for my phone.
He literally tried to take it. Of course, I didn’t let him. I was getting really frustrated and told him, again, to go away. He didn’t. He decided it was a good idea to freaking punch me in the face. I wasn’t ready at all, so I didn’t even have time to put my arms up or anything. Just a first straight to the face. Now, I was a pretty small girl back then, and the bully was a year older and apparently played a lot of sports and stuff.
On top of that, he was standing up and I was sitting down. I just snapped. Without even thinking I just punched back as hard as I could. He just kinda stared at me before running off. I could literally head him crying. He shouted at me that he’d tell a teacher, but no one mentioned it to me ever again and I never got in trouble.
The bully didn’t bother me even once after that.
16. Well, He Warned You
It wasn’t me, but a kid I knew in middle school would constantly get picked on by two other kids who would act like jerks, badger him, push him around. Well, one day they were messing with him, pushing him around, and calling him names and he looks at one of the kids and calmly says “If you push me one more time, I’m going to punch you in the face.”
The bully decided to push him again and the kid turned and punched him square in the nose. The bully immediately started crying when he realized his nose was bleeding. He ran off with his friend to tell on the kid even though they were bullying him in the first place. Everyone around him (including me) was cheering him on as he had stuck up for himself.
17. Can’t Erase That Kind of Payback
I stabbed him in the back of the neck with a pencil. Eighth grade: I had been dealing with him whispering insults and ending up with spitballs and snot in my hair. The teacher switched our seating arrangement and I ended up behind him. He called me stupid and I had it. I got him on the back of the neck with my pencil. So…yeah. Honestly, no clue where the courage came from. The bullying did stop!
18. Watch Out for The Silent But Deadly
This wasn’t me but a quiet kid at school one of the bullies was picking on. The quiet kid never reacted even when the bully punched him. This went on for months. and the bully was always trying to get this guy to fight him, but the kid always said, “I don’t want to fight you.” Then one day the bully broke this guy’s art project on purpose, which he was about to hand in to be marked and the kid snapped.
He belted the absolute snot out of this bully. We actually had to jump in and break it up because he was going to kill the guy and didn’t look like stopping. I will never forget the bully turning up to school a few days later. His face was so swollen, and one eye was completely closed and black and blue from all the punches he took to the face.
I learned two things that day: bullies are cowards, and always be wary of the quiet ones.
19. I’d Like to File a Complaint
When I was 12, part of the bullying included this other girl being a jerk about getting into our lockers. She had the one next to me, and they were both on the ground, so we’d have to put our bags on the floor when we wanted to get into them. If she got there first then I had to wait for her to finish before I could get to mine, but if I was there first then she’d shove my bag out of the way and wouldn’t be patient at all.
It sounds unimportant now, but this wasn’t the only thing that was going on. One day, she grabbed my bag and shoved it out of the way like normal and I snapped. I yelled at her, explaining exactly how she had been being unfair, and that she needed to make a freaking decision on which way it was gonna work, and then stick to it.
She and her friend literally had their mouths hanging open in shock, which is a sight I’ll never forget, and the lockers stopped being an issue after that (she decided on patience rather than shoving bags out of the way). I just wish I’d lost my mind at the bullies more often, maybe the rest of it would’ve stopped sooner.
20. Choke It Out
My twin sister makes fun of me and doesn’t stop. One time I had enough of her bullying, and I told her if she didn’t leave me alone, I would strangle her. She still wouldn’t leave me alone, so I attempted to “pretend” strangle her (I just grabbed her neck for a few seconds). It was enough to scare her, and she ran away crying. We were about 9 or 10.
21. The Hands of Fate Came for Him
I was the quiet kid at school. Bully had been especially annoying to me that day. At lunch, he yelled something to me, I walked up to him, and slapped him across his face. His face instantly became red and he jumped at me and tackled me to the ground. I shook him off, then shoved him into the wall. After that, he didn’t mess with me.
22. Sticks and Stones May Break Your Bones, But So Will the Right Shove
So, I grew up moving around a lot with mom and dad. Unfortunately, that meant being the new kid quite a bit. I was a pretty awkward kid, but I generally managed to make friends. Except at one particular school, I was there for three years which is the longest run at one elementary school I ever had. Anyway, the popular girls would bully me constantly.
I was about 50 pounds soaking wet when I was younger and was on average skinnier than most. They would call me anorexic and ask why my parents starved me, etc. They didn’t. My parents were and still are amazing. But one day the popular girl asked me to give her a push on the gliders—you’d hang on to a T-bar and push off from one but platform to the next). Well, I pushed her. Really hard. And she fell off and broke her arm. I transferred schools the next week.
23. Appealing to Their Inner Gentlemen
I was about 8 years old at the time. A group of boys at school gathered around me/formed a circle and started pushing me around. I was a reserved and shy kid, and this was surprisingly the tipping point for me. I started yelling at each of them and asked them if bullying a defenseless girl made them feel cool. They backed off. I saw one of the boys alone in one of the washrooms (unisex sink area) and for the first time, he said hi and walked off. I’ll never forget this day.
24. A Case of Misplaced Rage
Walking out of the library, someone kicked my wheelie pack, right where my laptop was. I spun around, there was my long-time bully, and my former best friend, still friend. I assume it was the bully and had enough of him. I punched him square in the nose as hard as I could, instantly causing a spray of blood. He recoiled, and I tacked him to the ground, and just whaled on this kid.
He was probably six inches taller than me but was fairly skinny. He required stitches and had a broken nose. People knew he harassed me and vouched that he had it coming. I got away with it scot-free. The next day my friend told me she was trying to get my attention, because I didn’t hear her call my name…the bully didn’t kick my pack at all.
25. One Punch, Many Victims
There was this one girl at our school who wasn’t a bully in the usual sense, she was just mean as heck. Me and the mean girl were on-and-off friends until seventh grade. Then, she just started hating me for god knows what. On KiK, she would tell me to off myself and keep harassing me. Nobody out of the three other people in the group chat did anything about it.
I finally had enough and with permission from my parents, I went to school, waited for her until she got comfortable at her table, and then I went up and punched her in the face. She said later on it didn’t even hurt, but she was crying when it happened. I hid in the bathrooms for the rest of the morning period, then was suspended for three days.
The girl who was harassing me wasn’t in trouble because I couldn’t provide screenshots of her saying it in the group chat. When I came back to school, I got so many high-fives from other people that thought she was mean, and they were cool with what I did.
26. Meet the Consequences of Hate
My story. Kids used to bully me for having darker skin. I had the complete Mediterranean look as most Balkan guys look like, but kids are harsh nowadays. I was weak, scared all my teen years until high school. I even hated myself and my parents. Thankfully I accepted myself after a lot of help from my parents and friends.
But in the first class of high school, I was taller than most of my classmates, and had pretty much buffed up due to Rugby and mostly gym. The building was being repaired at that time because we were adding art classes. My longtime ringleader of the bullying came up to me on the first day of class. He said, “What’s up n-word?”
I picked up a half-cut plastic pipe laying on the ground, smashed it on his head, pulled him from the neck and slammed his face on a door. Due to my anger, I kept slamming him to the door while the other “pack” of his was watching in horror. The only thing that stopped me from killing him was the mark of blood on the door.
We were both given warnings, but from that day on I changed to the courageous man I believe I am now. Violence isn’t the answer, never do what I did.
27. Not Poor on Rage
I was a quiet, awkward kid with a large family, so we were always wearing hand me downs. In fifth grade, I was always getting picked on because I didn’t have the right sneakers. I was in gym when I was getting picked on again and finally, I snapped on this one kid who was the ringleader. But it wasn’t like the cool, punch the guy and say something cool.
It was like I had a nervous breakdown. I picked up a chair and threw it at him while I was in tears and then I just started screaming “What the heck is wrong with you? Why are you so mean to me?!” until my teacher pulled me away and sent me to the nurse. My dad had to come to pick me up and the teachers had to explain to my dad why everyone picked on me. I was so embarrassed I stayed home from school for the next two days.
28. Careful Where You Aim Those Lips
Was a victim of bullying for years. Was a pre-2005 nerd [back before it was acceptable] though I was fairly athletic and on school sports teams. If I’m being honest, I was an outlier to being bullied as I was integrated into a lot of “normal” things. One day, during neighborhood sports down at the park after a basketball game, a kid who was part of a bigger group who liked to pick on me and being a complete jerk threw a basketball at me as I was walking away with two friends.
I completely lost my mind, looked at him did some crazy ass karate kid style jump kick to get in close which knocked him to the ground and beat the snot out of him. Realized we were in the street after the rage subsided, so I let him get up and threw him back down onto the grass where I continued. At one point he weaseled away and found a hockey stick close by [small park, lot of neighboring properties] and picked it up. I laughed at him and walked away, he didn’t bother to chase.
With that said I was “big man on campus” for like two days but after that people were still total jerks to me. He, on the other hand, never said a mean word to me ever again.
29. Don’t Become Glass-Cleaner
Wasn’t the victim but always thought I could’ve been, was really shy and awkward in school but only suffered “light” bullying, people making fun of me, etc.—nothing serious nor traumatizing. But one day, maybe eighth or ninth grade when I gained more confidence, I saw a guy being bullied for being ginger. So, I intervened, saying something along the lines of “What is wrong with you, leave this guy alone!”
So, they responded: “Well, you’re a moron, and I’m not trying to wash your hair in the toilets” The guy then walks towards me and try to hit me in the face, but years of judo practice gave me good reflexes. Didn’t even tried to hit the guy at first, just dodged his fists a few times. Then when he finally hit me and made me lose my glasses, I grabbed him and slammed him on the big glass mirror of the toilets, breaking it.
I then make the guy fall and threw him a kick in the stomach (glasses are expensive), then left with the ginger guy for the infirmary. Wished I had thought of something cool to say to the bully, but my ninth grade self wasn’t as cool as I wished. Ended up paying for the mirror, and probably with seven years of bad luck, but the ginger guy ended up being a nice friend (probably because I didn’t call him “ginger guy” at the time). In short, don’t break mirrors using a bully.
30. A Daily Dose of Vitamin Revenge
At lunchtime, I sat at the nerd table. The off-beat cool kids’ table was next to us. They spent the last ten minutes mashing up an apple without breaking the skin. They brought it over to our table and slammed it in the center, splattering mushed apple all over us. Walking back from this, one of the jerks decided he would follow me.
Tossed an orange gently at my back. The more I ignored, the harder they laughed. When it hit me in the back of my head, I lost it. I walked over, picked up the orange, and from point blank range I slammed it in the kid’s face, drenching him in orange. It felt so good.
31. Remember to Respect the Lady
This was a while ago. Guy used to bully me and other people at lunch every day. I always just ignored it until I saw him slam a locker door on this girl’s head. She was bleeding from the cheekbone. I don’t know what incidents led to that but that doesn’t matter, and it pissed me the heck off, so I dragged him to the ground and broke his arm by snapping it from the elbow via armbar.
I was a purple belt in jiu-jitsu at the time, which he didn’t know. He was screaming from the pain. I was almost expelled. Instead, we both got an in-school suspension for two weeks, including Saturday detention.
32. Get Some Fresh Air, Jerk
One morning, someone pulled my chair out from under me as I went to sit down. There was an open window behind me. I grabbed him and threw him out of it. It wasn’t high enough for any more injury than to his dignity, but he was put somewhere closer to in his place.
33. Try Grindr Next Time
I’m gay and got constantly harassed about it every day for the whole school year. One afternoon, some middle schooler (whose friends had bullied me before) walked up to me and in a mocking tone, asked, “Are you gay?!” I said, “Why do you care?” He replied, “I don’t know dude, are you gay?!” I asked, “Why should it matter to you? It really shouldn’t make a difference.”
He replied, “Just tell me if you’re freaking gay!” I had had it with this kid and his friends’ (who were walking alongside him) questions. I quickly snapped at him: “Why do you want to know? You got the hots for me or something? Do you want to suck me off or some something?” He said, “Yeah sure whatever, just tell me if you’re freaking gay!”
I screamed out at the top of my lungs: “Y’ALL HEARIN’ THIS STUFF?! THIS KID WANTS TO SUCK ME OFF!!!” The kid got super embarrassed, and his friends all laughed at him. After that, nobody messed with me (or at least harassed me.)
34. Having a Ball Being a Survivor
Was getting strangled by my high school bully. I was about to pass out and my best friend kicked him in the balls. He hit the ground and my foot hit his face. Parents took his family to court, won.
35. Caste Means Nothing After School
When I was in junior high at a big city school, one of the members of the football team used to pick on anyone he believed to be “below him.” He decided one day to come after me, but I mostly ignored him. Eventually, he decided to escalate the situation and slammed my hand shut in my locker door. I kinda had one of those blinding white-hot rage moments, and I beat the snot out of him.
I was on the wrestling team, so I took him down and punched him a bunch of times before the teachers broke us up. After the fight was over, embarrassingly enough, we were both sobbing because A) I was fuming mad and B) He got beaten up. His parents threatened to sue my parents over the ordeal, but nothing really came of it.
We ended up being friends after that.
36. Not Suitable for Disney
I didn’t snap, but this thread is pulling up a lot of painful memories from my childhood that I’m pretty sure I almost repressed. When I was young, about 10-12, I used to have a friend in my neighborhood. He and I would get together with the various kids in our area to play games with. Wiffleball, football, you name it.
Well, one of the guys we’d play with would relentlessly make fun of me and be a general jerk. We’ll call him Dick. One time I had stepped away from the field that we used to play on, but only for a few minutes. I left my sweet Razor scooter behind for that short period. When I came back from whatever I was doing, I found my scooter in the drain to the very small drainage ditch in the field.
I had to kneel down and fish it out for about ten minutes. When I finally got it out it was soaked. Not with murky water, but with piss. Dick had thrown my scooter down the drain and pissed on it. All while this was happening Dick and his gaggle created a new nickname for me. “Goofy freak.” Every time I’d pass by his house or his gaggle of twats, they’d chant “Goofy freak” at me or shout “Yo Goof!” Then they’d laugh.
I don’t know why they targeted me. I wasn’t overweight, I don’t have any weird physical features, I’m just the most average white guy you can think of. It did stop at one point though, after I spat in Dick’s face after a particularly bad tirade on his part. He didn’t retaliate, he just seemed stunned. I think he caused a lot of my self-esteem issues though.
I’m very self-conscious, and I struggle with insecurity. On the other side he inspired me to pursue a career in counseling adolescents.
37. A Series of Unfortunate Events (for Them)
I was severely bullied from my earliest memory all the way through high school. The times I remember snapping were these. In third grade, we were putting the chairs upside down onto the desks at the end of the day and this kid kept pushing my chair and pushing me. I turned around and shoved him as hard as I could with both hands and he fell onto the desk behind him, the chair fell off, he fell off onto the chair, and I got in trouble.
In fourth grade, at some Boy Scout thing, there were sodas. I got one out of the cooler and a kid who bullied me a lot grabbed it out of my hand and walked away. I grabbed another one and threw it at the back of his head. Got in trouble, of course. In seventh or eighth grade, after being bullied incessantly, I lost it and was crying and screaming and punching the lockers and got in trouble for denting a couple of them.
In ninth or tenth grade, while on the bus, one of the bullies grabbed my comb out of my back pocket. He’d messed with me a lot. Rather than punching, for some reason, I used my open hand to slap him really hard on top of his head. He was seated and I was standing in the aisle. He complained of his neck hurting from it and I got in trouble.
Between each of these instances, I’d put up with constant bullying every day and do nothing and no teachers gave a darn. Bullies got away with bullying all the time, but even if I simply said “leave me alone” with a loud voice, I was in trouble. It never made sense to me.
38. You Got the Long End of the Stick
Beat mine with a hockey stick one day after school. We were playing road hockey, he lived down the street. He just kept going and to be honest I saw red. I just remember my dad pulling me off while I was slamming my wooden goalie stick into his side while he tried to cover his bleeding face. His parents never pursued anything; my parents took me to counseling.
He ended up nearly killing his best friend in a drinking and driving accident. The friend was never the same, permanently injured. Bully died by suicide a few years later after he didn’t make a junior hockey team. I still feel bad. I have never been in any violent interaction before or since. Now as an adult, and an educator I know he was likely really hurting.
39. The Real Health Hazard Is Your Mouth
In fifth grade, I saw the girl who bullied me getting picked on. Her mom died due to health complications and someone was saying she died because she was “too fat.” Even though she picked on me every day I still stuck up for her. She didn’t thank me or anything. But I think after I did that, she was a little nicer to me.
40. The Itsy-Bitsy Spider Came Up to Whoop Your Butt
I wasn’t the victim. The victim came to me for help. Which I don’t know why because I’m tiny. But this poor girl had a condition that had stunted her growth, so she was the same age as me only a foot shorter. About five boys were on this spider-looking piece of playground equipment and had taken her hat and were teasing her. I’ve never raised so much hell.
I must have looked like Gollum climbing that thing to go after them. In the end, one got a vicious junk kick because he wouldn’t back off me. The rest I scattered. I’m sorry but that is bull. Five older boys against the one tiniest girl in the school. And she felt she couldn’t go to anyone but me. No. I don’t care how much crap I get but there are unspoken playground rules in place. You just don’t do that.
41. A Family Throwdown
In seventh grade, there was this one student who enjoyed taking other student’s notes or textbooks and ripping page by page off. One day, he rips my assignment. I scream at him; a teacher nearby immediately comes. He hit the teacher slapping, punching so I threw a wooden chair on him. Later, I learned that the teacher is his mom and that’s why he always being arrogant. Thinking he can get away with stuff.
I broke his jaw. But left with only a warning. He got a seven-day suspension. I don’t know how many times he was caught red-handed.
42. Revenge is Better With Friends
In eighth grade, I snapped after being picked on during gym class. I had my first genuine “screw it” moment in my life, and decided I was going to wreck the guy who was picking on me, no matter how bad I got beaten down in return. As it turns out, he was a wuss, and I landed a few really great shots that got him on the ground.
That’s when his friends showed up to kill me. But my friends saw what happened as well and they were inspired. This quickly turned in to thirty kids having an all-out brawl. I felt bad afterward because I never intended for anyone aside from me and the initial instigator to get hurt, but it became sort of a weird bonding moment.
A lot of friendships were made that day and going into high school, many old grudges were dropped. I want to add that I never felt “bullied” in the modern sense. Looking back, it was all standard rich kid/poor kid/clique bull that has been going on since the cavemen. Also, I’d like to add that we were playing hockey, so by causing a riot I feel my actions were all on the level.