We all know the type. Whether it’s in our schools, in our places of work, or in any other group social settings that we may find ourselves in, there is always that one person who is just suspiciously quiet at all times. But what happens when they're not?
Every once in a while, someone breaks character and acts in a way that we would never have expected them to. When that someone is your friendly neighborhood quiet person, the levels of hilarity, confusion, and shock felt by observers can truly stand out.
Here are 42 stories of times when the “quiet kid” surprised everyone and suddenly wasn’t so quiet anymore!
One time, back in high school, it was right before winter break. Just as the bell was about to ring to end class, our teacher cut in with "Oh, I almost forgot! I have some homework for you for over the break!" Everyone in the class groaned, and even the quiet kid in the corner let out an audible, "What a jerk!" Well, the teacher heard this comment and sternly asked the unfortunate kid, "What did you just say about me, young man?"
To his credit, the quiet kid proudly put his head up and loudly repeated "WHAT. A. JERK". without hesitation. We all started cracking up and the teacher's face turned completely red. I caught up with the kid after the break and his excuse was, "The teacher had already heard it anyway. I wasn't going to get away with it; so since he asked, I just answered".
There was a guy named Phil in my high school psychology class who had pretty severe Aspergers. People were often mean to him because, you know, people are stupid when they’re in high school for some reason. Either way, I happened to genuinely like him. And while he was very quiet, when he did speak, I thought he was hilarious.
One day, my teacher was mockingly giving me a lecture about protecting my sensitive information. As a joke, I yelled out my social security number extremely quickly, almost as gibberish. Phil immediately repeated it back verbatim and told me that he was going to take my identity now. He then put on a cape and ran out of the classroom pretending to be a supervillain.
I hope Phil is doing well these days, he was awesome!
One day, my former friend decided that he hated the quiet kid because he thought that he was just a weird guy. He wasn't super quiet, but he didn't have any friends. Another day, not too long after, my friend kept throwing those tiny Chips Ahoy cookies at the back of the quiet kid’s head. The quiet kid had been sitting by himself at lunch and was an easy target.
After a few minutes of this, the quiet kid finally picked up one of the cookies, stood over my sitting friend, and smashed the heck out of that cookie right on my friend's head. It was amazing to watch. For those wondering why I was friends with someone like that, this was legitimately the first time that I had ever seen my friend acting this way.
It was very off-putting to several people, and now we aren't really friends anymore.
Back in seventh grade, there was a new kid in town named Nick who had started school halfway through the year. He sat next to me in English class and didn't say anything ever. One day, we were all reading poems out loud and critiquing each other. One sorry fella read his and every line started off with "If I was a bird". It went something like this:
"If I was a bird, I would live in a tree. If I was a bird, I would fly to school. If I was a bird, etc..".
A few people offered some words of polite and constructive criticism. Then, the teacher called on Nick for his opinion. Out of the clear blue sky, Nick said, "If I was a bird, I would poop on all of you". He got kicked out of class for that inappropriate remark. I still can’t help but laugh my head off every time I think about it.
We ended up becoming fairly good friends, and he was actually a pretty nice guy overall. I think he just couldn't resist making that joke. And who can blame him??
My mum used to be the quiet kid at her school back in her day. One day, she was minding her own business just eating a bag of chips, when someone reached over to try and take a chip from her. Without hesitation, she turned around and stuck a fork straight into their hand. Let’s just say that no one else has ever tried to swipe food from her again since that day.
Even to this day, I do not dare try to ever take my mother’s food.
My wife once told me the story of a really, really quiet kid who had been in her class back in the day. No one had ever heard him speak because he had some sort of mental thing. Even the teacher knew not to call on him. The last week of school this kid finally has something to say and decides to speak. Turns out he was 100% British.
This was in the cornfields of the Midwest. No one saw that coming!
In college, my friend Harry was always the quiet kid. Then, one day, in the dead silence of a lecture hall, he randomly said, "Oh, if only I were a turtle!" out loud to himself. I miss ya, Harry!
Our professor in a course about urban culture was once talking about the personalities of different cities, and said something like, "Some cities have a lot of personality and talk a lot, some cities whisper, and some cities don't seem to be saying anything at all". At this point, a quiet kid in our class who had never uttered a word all semester says, almost under his breath, said, "TOPEKA!"
That was all. Apparently, this kid had some pretty strong feelings about Topeka, Kansas for some reason.
Flashback to middle school. We are all sitting in health class, learning about the topic of domestic abuse. Somehow, the subject of our discussion turns to how Britney Spears had received some backlash for hurting her kids. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, the usually quiet kid in the back of the room just shouts out, “Probably because she hit her baby one more time!”
Everyone, including the teacher, was laughing for a good ten seconds at least before things resumed back to normal. The guy who said it was even laughing, because he knew that he usually didn’t say stuff like that. No idea where that came from, but well played, Mr. Quiet Kid!
The quiet kid in my class was always sort of bullied by this bigger kid who had a cleft chin. One day, the cleft chin guy insulted the quiet kid in front of a whole crowd, as per usual. However, this time the quiet kid fought back. Out of nowhere, he came back with the insult "Is your mouth so filthy because someone [profanity] you in the chin?"
We were only in sixth grade and we had never heard a curse word spoken in school before. We were seated in groups, and our whole table immediately burst out laughing. It was a dirty joke, so check, and it was aimed at a bully, so double check. The quiet kid became known as the "chin [profanity]" kid from then on, which was totally hilarious to us sixth graders at the time.
I remember going to junior high in this small hick town in Texas while I was on probation (that’s a long and irrelevant story, don’t ask!). We had a quiet kid who was actually really popular at our school, not bullied at all like many other quiet kids often tend to be. Anyway, I was new and had only been going to the school for about a month when this happened.
We had a substitute teacher for one of our classes. She was doing a quick roll call, and got to his name—"Piojos". She said, "That’s an interesting and beautiful name, what does it mean?" The kid responded "lice". There was complete silence and confused looks all around the room. This kid had been going to this school since kindergarten, as it was a small town, and had been around the same teachers and classmates for all those years.
In all that time, he had ALWAYS gone by Piojos, and none of them had ever realized that it was just his weird childhood nickname. Nobody had ever had a freaking clue what it meant, let alone that it wasn't his real name. Suddenly, all of his paperwork at the school had to be updated and everything to accommodate this new discovery. I thought it was all hilarious.
Oh, good ol’ Andrew from Boy Scouts! Andrew was a very quiet kid and kind of a dork, but was also super intelligent and just a tad socially awkward. We were at a week-long scout camp one summer and Andrew had brought one of those big ol’ packs of gum with him for the trip. It just so happened that so did another scout, who we will refer to as Greg. Of course, they both happened to have brought the same flavor as well.
Halfway through the week, the predictable happened. Andrew lost his gum. He was looking for it all over the campsite, when he noticed Greg playing cards at a table in mess hall; which was a canopy of heavy tarps held up by five large wooden poles. Naturally, exactly as Andrew is looking over in his direction, Greg happens to pop in a piece of the ol' Juicy Fruit and poor Andrew immediately loses his mind".
GIVE ME BACK MY SLICES! HE STOLE MY SLICES! I WANT MY SLICES BACK!" We are all losing it at this point, because we are idiot teens who find it funny that he keeps referring to his gum as his "slices". Unfortunately, this only pisses Andrew off more, and he proceeds to go around to each pole and kick them over, one by one, partially collapsing our mess tent.
We were able to stop him after he had kicked the second or third pole over, but it was too late at that point. The damage had already been done. In all the excitement, no one had noticed that a flap of the canvas had come down on the corner of our still hot cooking stove. It simmered for roughly a minute or two probably, and then caught fire.
We were able to put the fire out pretty quickly by stomping on it and pouring water from our communal Gatorade cooler over it, but it made us look like total idiots to the other scouts in the general vicinity who were now watching the show. Our scout leader then notices that ol' Andrew is standing over by the woods while continually clenching his fists, so he asks what happened. We tell him exactly what went down, and Andrew was gone within an hour.
Our scoutmaster decided that this was something his parents would need to handle, because dealing with guys flipping out and going on a rampage was not part of his job description—especially not over a pack of gum. My heart still goes out to poor ol’ Andrew every time I remember this story. The dude just wanted what he thought were his slices!
I was the quiet kid in my grade. I was also secretly a sneaky little devil! My gym teacher always liked me because I was a good athlete, but he was very against swearing in class. So, I would stand near the girls who used to pick on me and I’d start yelling out swear words when he wasn't looking, knowing full well that he would always assume it wasn't me. As punishment, he would usually make the girls do 10 or so pushups per swear word that he had heard.
Small victories like that are what got me through high school.
This is not exactly about school, but still pretty relevant. I teach middle to high school-aged kids (roughly 13 to 17 years old) how to umpire baseball games for a youth league. There was one kid, about 13 years old if I remember correctly, who was always very quiet, reserved, and shy. During the training, I remember thinking to myself, "This is probably not the right vocation for him".
A week later, I swing by the field to evaluate him and see if there is anything that I can help him with. I arrived about five minutes after the game had already started, and I could hear loud, confident and definitive calls coming from this kid. I was floored. His mom came up to me afterward and said that becoming an umpire has completely changed his personality.
In my sixth-grade science class, our teacher had briefly stepped out of the room and so, naturally, we were all just screwing around with a bunch of hot plates. While messing around, one of my classmates accidentally burned his hand pretty badly on one of the plates and had to go to the nurse. Right after he left the room, the quiet kid entered and just casually went, “It smells like burnt flesh in here!” out of the blue, then just sat down as if it was nothing.
Everyone in the class turned around and just stared at him for a solid few seconds.
I live in Canada. We had this kid at my school who was a new immigrant from Korea, and was extremely quiet and shy. He was socially awkward, didn’t speak English very well, and was not physically coordinated very well for playing any sport, including running. Everyone just kind of thought of him as your typical introverted and non-athletic guy.
Or at least, that’s what they did think of him until the day of our big field trip. We were all sitting down for lunch at a place that had the game Dance Dance Revolution. All of a sudden, this quiet kid gets up and starts dancing like there’s no tomorrow, blowing everyone else out at this game. He had the entire leaderboard before we left, and it was the first time I had ever seen him smile.
It remains one of the most impressive things I have ever seen.
My friend was the quiet kid in my school. In our high school drafting class, back when drafting was done on paper, there was another kid harassing him from across the room. After a while, my friend took his t-square (about two feet long, made of wood, and with sharp edges) and whipped it across the room, hitting his harasser square on the side of the head.
The resulting head wound required several stitches.
I am a very quiet and reserved guy. Many years ago, I lived with a roommate who had absolutely no tact whatsoever. Just zero tact. If you would tell him, "Hey, I just started dating so-and-so," he would respond with, "Oh yeah, she totally had a thing for me last year". He would constantly think that he was just joking around, but he was actually just being rude; and most of the time, he was the only person in the room who couldn't see it.
So anyways, after a long semester of living together, and after I had had a crush on this girl who ended up choosing him over me (all the while telling me that she liked me better than him, in a classic "glad I escaped THAT one" situation for the ages), he beats me in this board game one night. It was a game that we would play fairly frequently with our friends, and it had become a nightly ritual.
We all got super competitive over it and, after a long and stressful semester, losing to this guy was the last thing I had wanted to do. So that helped to put me in a bad mood, but I still wasn't quite in my "quiet guy rage" mode just yet. After a little while, everyone had either left or gone to bed after the game except for me, my roommate, and my best friend, Ben.
I just sat on the couch in a half sarcastic and half frustrated kind of mood. Just keep in mind that my roommate was the kind of guy who was good at everything, and was always super productive. So while I was sitting on the couch, this guy starts baking a freaking chocolate cake in the kitchen. He made one of his classic, "I don't know how to be funny, so I'll do the best I can by slandering my roommate" remarks.
To everyone’s utter shock, I immediately retorted with a quick and witty smart-aleck comeback. It was the first time in the entire semester that I had ever talked back to him. I guess I had left him speechless with that retort, and so the only course of action he had left was to walk over to me and smear chocolate cake batter all over my face.
I couldn't believe that he did that, so I looked over at my friend, Ben, who was just quietly losing his cool and laughing audibly into his hands. I was also quietly losing my cool, but I was not laughing…
There was a girl who went the entirety of middle school never speaking a single word to anyone unless it was absolutely necessary. One day, the class was being rowdy while the teacher was out of the room. All of a sudden, in the raspiest, deepest voice you could ever imagine, this girl just stood up and yelled “SHUT UP!” at the top of her lungs.
We all shut up immediately.
Scene: Biology class. Teacher: “Now, even though clones are the same genetically, they may come out differently. If we cloned James here, his clone might have more access to—” Quiet Kid: “Friends?” Teacher doesn’t even argue, and just looks back sadly at the kid with no further comment. Not as extreme as some of these other stories, but still completely unexpected at the time.
My aunt is one of those women who always conducts herself in the most docile and polite way you can imagine. I had never in my life heard her raise her voice except to get the attention of her family members for dinner; and even then, her voice was more melodic and reserved than angry. About 10 years ago, when I was going through an iffy stage of my high school years, I went to visit her and my uncle in California with my mother.
My mom and I weren't getting along too well at the time. She was in the process of punishing me for something or other, and had taken my phone away for a month. Anyway, she caught me using her phone to call my boyfriend at the time behind her back, and we got into a big yelling argument over it in my aunt and uncle's house.
About halfway through the argument, my aunt comes bursting through the door, interrupting us, and sends my mother out of the room. Shocked, my mom complies. As soon as she was gone, my aunt absolutely tore into me for being disrespectful to my mother. I mean, I had never heard a voice get so loud in my entire life.
My mom was quick to raise her voice so I was pretty used to being yelled at, but to have this woman who I had never even seen so much as drop a pin loudly enough to wake a sleeping child now bellowing at me about "how much my mom loves me" and how "I should understand how hard it is to have a girl in high school?"
It worked like a charm. The contrast and surprise of it all is what made me actually care to pay attention. I love my aunt so incredibly much, and we are now able to laugh at how lousy I was for a year back there. Thankfully, I’ve since moved on to bigger and better things—in no small part thanks to role models like her.
One time, the dorky short pudgy kid at my school was being bullied by the really popular class jock. The dork lost it, rushed the jock, pulled his shirt over his head, and began beating him pretty good right in the stomach—hockey style. The jock actually transferred schools the next year. I’m not sure if it was because of this or what, but he suddenly wasn't so popular anymore after that incident.
One time, in class, there was a fly in the room that was clearly getting on everyone’s nerves. Out of nowhere, the quiet kid threw his pencil straight up in the air and literally SKEWERED the fly in mid-flight. The pencil then got stuck in the ceiling, with parts of the now deceased fly’s carcass still hanging off of it. It was one of those really weak plaster tile ceilings, so the force of the throw was more than enough to get the pencil lodged pretty solidly into it.
This was the coolest thing I had ever seen, hands down. I wish I could go back in time and record it.
We were having a class discussion or game or something, and we needed to come up with hypothetical situations for some reason or other. This was around 2013 or so, when the band One Direction was extremely popular with some, and extremely hated by the others. Teacher: "Name a place where you would never find One Direction".
The class gets quiet for a split second. A moment or two later, the quiet kid murmurs: "The Grammys". It was almost too perfect, and made even more so by the fact that the comment had obviously just been intended for himself. What a legend!
I was the quiet kid in high school. One time, a teacher on call was in our class and was not doing a very good job of getting everyone’s attention. There was a lot of shushing and time spent on trying to motivate people. I was tired. He walked around saying “I can hear silence! I can hear silence!” So, in that monotone voice for which I was famous, I said out loud, to no one in particular: “You can’t hear silence, silence is the absence of sound".
The person next to me, who heard me say it, lost his mind laughing.
A boy threw a penny at a girl in our Latin class. Unsurprisingly, she then yelled out "Why did you just throw a penny at me?" The quiet girl just randomly chimed in and said out loud: "Because that's how much you are worth!"
In all honesty, the quiet kid used to be me in middle school. I was usually on my own, just chilling and listening to music at the back of the bus. There was this bratty, stuck-up, total moron of a girl who would also ride the bus, but only on occasion. She was in the pseudo-popular clique at the time. Anyway, all she would do on the bus was yap constantly to the people next to her at a volume level that you'd expect if she were trying to communicate something to someone on the other side of a football field.
One day, I had just freaking had enough. I just wanted to listen to my music without deafening myself or having to hear her obnoxious voice. I stood up from three seats behind her and screamed, "Shut the heck up!" as loud as I think I have ever heard anyone scream in my life. The whole bus went quiet. I quietly went back to jamming to my tunes without hearing a peep from the girl for the rest of the bus ride.
One time, our quiet kid got very mad. He dealt with this anger by pulling a frozen pizza out of his bag and throwing it at a classroom window, shattering it to pieces.
A guy in my university class yesterday, who has never spoken a single word all year long, was asked to stop typing so loudly by the lecturer. In response, he stood up, closed his laptop, and threw it at the front of the room where it crashed onto the floor. He then calmly packed up the rest of his things and walked out.
I can assure you that is one lecture I won’t be forgetting any time soon!
I once saw the school quiet guy jotting some stuff down in a little black book. Me: "What are you writing, there?" Quiet Guy (With a blank stare on his face): "I'm adding you to my Death List". Thankfully, this was the early 90s and we would chat from time to time, so it never turned out to be anything more than just a strange joke—at least so far!
One time, the quiet kid farted so darn loud in the middle of class, I could swear that the whole entire room was shaking. Now, years later, we're close friends!
This is a story about two of my friends, who we’ll just call Friend A and Friend B. Friend A is a relatively big guy; not big as in fat, but rather big as in athletic and strong. Friend B is the stereotypical quiet, nerdy, and awkward type. We all run and bike together, and we try to drink together every couple of weeks or so.
Unfortunately, Friend A tends to be a serious jerk when he gets hammered. He sort of gets funnier and funnier as he goes along until he reaches his peak, and then he just abruptly nosedives into being a complete jerk. Like really, just a huge jerk. So we were having one of those nights, and Friend A had had a few too many to drink. He started out in sort of a bro frame of mind, where he lightly takes some shots at you as the punchline of a joke and shoves you around playfully.
Now, Friend B didn't grow up around bro-ish types of kids, so he didn't understand that the reaction Friend A was looking for was for him to hit him or shove him back. So, Friend B just kind of slouches down and shies away. Naturally, this causes Friend A to double down on what he had been doing; but still with basically no reaction from Friend B.
Eventually, Friend A is just shoving Friend B against a wall and starts screaming "Come on, man! Just hit me already! HIT ME!!!" In response to this, Friend B went absolutely berserk. He let out an indescribable roar and quickly turned into a whirlwind of bent-wrist punches and slaps. Friend A just kind of stood in place without reacting at all while Friend B went to town on him.
It looked like an angry, screaming wacky waving inflatable arm flailing tube man versus a boulder. After about a minute, Friend B slowed down and eventually stopped. Friend A just smiled and said "Ayyyy! There ya go!" I thought it was a kind of touching moment to witness. The two of them seemed to definitely have been bonding over this.
I also thought that maybe my quiet Friend B might have learned a little something from the experience about how to relate to different types of people—which could only be a good thing for him, right? Nope. He did not enjoy or understand this incident at all, and he still holds a bit of a grudge about it to this day.
It was Halloween. One of the prettiest girls in our grade comes into school late that day, dressed in all white. Club attire, white leggings, and white top. Again, it’s Halloween. The class is completely silent because she's walking in late. Quiet kid: "What the heck are you supposed to be, a straw?" The entire class, including the teacher, instantly busts out laughing.
I had never seen this girl get embarrassed before. It was pretty well deserved this time!
I was in a marketing class once, and the instructor put up a slide with advertisements for Axe body spray. He asked the class "What do you think this product is for?" and the quiet guy jumped up and shouted out "Birth control!" It was hilarious.
I'm friends with one of those kids who's just so quiet that it's almost as if he can turn invisible. People just forget he's there somehow. One time, I was in art class and the stereotypical problem girl of our grade, who we can call Jane, was sitting nearby. In the middle of class, Jane started whining and complaining about a bunch of stupid, petty stuff that no one cares about and just being an overall lousy person, as usual.
I had one earbud in and was just sort of tuning her out, when all of a sudden, the quiet kid suddenly looked up and said: "You know that no one cares about what you're talking about, right? No one is even listening to you, right?" The entire class was SILENT. You could hear a pin drop. I have been friends with the guy ever since!
A bunch of my classmates used to throw crumpled up paper balls at the quiet kid every day because they knew that she would never react. Then, one day, it all changed. She decided to finally start picking them up, spitting on them, and throwing them back at the perpetrators. The teacher just sat back, smiled, and watched in amusement.
For the record, this teacher was a no-nonsense kind of guy, and he regularly yelled at and gave detention to those idiot kids. Nevertheless, being idiots, none of that ever stopped them from continuing their harassment. So, when the quiet girl eventually made her decision to step up and strike back, he just let her do her thing.
Our school’s quiet kid once lost it and beat the living brains out of the guy who had been constantly poking, touching, and slapping him in class. I think it was around the seventh or eighth punch when the guy started to shout, “Dude, please stop!” just as the first signs of blood were beginning to show up. Unfortunately for the jerk, Quiet Kid was just getting started…
A quiet kid in summer school was being constantly bullied by the loud and obnoxious kid who sat behind him. The obnoxious guy once called the quiet kid a very uncool name. Without missing a beat and in the flash of a second, the quiet kid spins around, sticks a pencil directly and completely through the bully’s hand, and turns back around to sit front ways again.
It all went down so quickly that we were not even sure if it had even happened. If not for the pencil being physically stuck in the other guy’s hand, the loud screaming, and the pool of blood on the floor, we still might not have been sure!
A little short blond girl in my class with a really cute high pitched voice was always very quiet, and usually kind of kept to herself. We would often see her sitting alone and writing stuff down while the rest of us were hanging out with our friends during lunch period. One time, someone decided to try and be nice to her. So, he went over and asked the girl what she was writing about.
She proceeded to read us a poem she had just written about how dying is inescapable and how everyone will die. I think it’s pretty safe to say that this was not what even a single one of us was expecting to hear her read…
Everyone thinks of my boyfriend as just “the quiet one". Little do they realize that this guy is secretly a brilliant mastermind who is just wrecking everyone else at life while they, for the most part, haven’t even noticed that he exists. Allow me to explain. First of all, he is indeed so, so quiet. You would barely even notice him if you ever happened to cross paths in any kind of social setting.
However, he has quietly committed himself to his DJing hobby and has, without fanfare, becomes one of the hottest and most popular talents in our city over the past couple of years. It also turns out that, when you spend time hanging out with him, he'll take you on all sorts of adventures that you would never have even considered on your own. And, well, it turns out that he can perform quite well when it comes down to the bedroom too, if I do say so myself!
Oh, and don't worry about finances, he's been saving since his first job. He is dedicated and hard-working, too, so you know he will be in an established career by his mid-20s. That quietness? It turns out he just spends most of his time listening to others and actually paying attention so he can retain what they say. He has more empathy and understanding than anyone would expect to find in a single human being.
And all of this is without looking at his dedication to his appearance as well. I guess when you have it all, and you know you have it all, there is no reason to be loud. And that’s the story of how I’m possibly dating an undercover superhero.
I was best friends with the Quiet Kid back in high school. He spoke to me almost exclusively, and quietly enough that others rarely even noticed. One day, the Loud Girl noticed. "Oh my goodness, he talks? I haven't heard him talk since sixth grade!" Without looking at her, he leaned in real close and whispered something to me".
He says he only talks to interesting people!" I informed her. I'll always remember this, partly for the ego boost he gave me, but also because of her outraged reaction. "Screw you! I hope I don't hear you for another four years!" she exclaimed. I have a pretty strong feeling that her wish came true.
My mom never told me how her best friend died. Years later, I was using her phone when I made an utterly chilling discovery.
Madame de Pompadour was the alluring chief mistress of King Louis XV, but few people know her dark history—or the chilling secret shared by her and Louis.
I tried to get my ex-wife served with divorce papers. I knew that she was going to take it badly, but I had no idea about the insane lengths she would go to just to get revenge and mess with my life.
Catherine of Aragon is now infamous as King Henry VIII’s rejected queen—but few people know her even darker history.
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