Do you have any vivid memories of your old school bully?

Question

Do you have any stories that you would like to share with the class? Yes...you in the back. Go to the computer, sit down, and "type" us all about it. Remember...check your spelling and grammar before submitting your story to the online community. There will be a prize of 10 points for the best story. What do I mean by best you ask? I would be more than happy to answer your question but I find your tone slightly sarcastic so I will let you draw your own conclusions about what I meant. Now...begin typing. You have 10 minutes to complete your story and submit it. Good luck to all participants. Begin now.

Answer 1

First of all , i ain't the shy girl i used to be, so lets get something

straight, i don't sit in the back or in the corner.

My crime to be picked on was i was from Italy and the girls

picking on me didn't like my country of origin and didn't like

my pretty looks either.  { as they were built like tanks } I had

a small group of girls who were popular whom i loosely hung

out with. I never complained or asked for help from them as i tried

to keep this to myself as i thought i would loose my friends if they

knew about the bully girls.

These girls ..... named called , picked , named called, constantly

searched me out to humiliate me, waited after the bus left to steal

my property and knock me down , when the school bus had left.

Any excuse to humiliate me.  I begged my mum for a single of my

favourite singer and it took a lot of begging as mum never brought

things like that ever....all the money went to household costs.

These girls happily smashed it into a thousand pieces.

I think that was the final straw, something switched in me and i

knew the next face of was going to be different.

It happend probably within a week later....this time they asked

one of the girls from my usual popular group to envite me on the

far oval during lunch time... when i was looking for her i wondered

why she was so far out on the oval... as i got closer i noticed her

talking to someone we normaly as a group did not know....

as i sat to talk to her & ask what she was doing having lunch so

far out she had just started to explain this girl had asked to lunch

there , when i heard the voice' of the familuar bullies, calling me all

those disgusting racist and ugly names and make jokes of me

and so on and usual humiliation, the sprinkelers were fully working

away on the lawn near by, i went into a wild rage attacked one,

ripped her skirt section of her uniform from the waist section,

in a big tackle ripped a good handful of hair, then the other started

kicking me, i got up raised her leg to her breast, ripped her shoe off

and sent it down below the steep hill at end of the oval near were

we scuttling, then the other two came back i threw in a couple of

good punches, rolled one down the hill , and whyle she was screaming

finished of the second one with a few good blows. And finally rolled the

other one into the sprinkler and i walked away cleaning my hands, and

i said keep away from me you bunch of S* H* I * T*S or next time

your dead !  I never heard from them again.   The funny thing is they

had the worst name in the entire school and i never thought anything

of it till after that fight !  "Hickinbottom"  Haahah a  and believe me if

anybodys bottom was hicking Hickupping it was theirs, i swear

they were carrying a twin hitched on their behind !  

Looking back at this it is amazing , as these girls were really twice

my size and tall too ! including their friend.

I also found out they were German, and they lived accross from

the bus stop were they first knocked me down and broke my first

album.  

Well this just goes to show how ridiculous was there constant

jibes at me and Racist banter ! Considering they acted like they

were defending Australia from people like me ?  (60's in Australia)

And the other thing is showing Bullies for what they really are

which is : Cowards.... the attack directly opposite their house where

they conviniently could run home and hyde !!

My consolations after all these years is .............................

1}  They would always look like a bus and only larger as they

grew older, their shoulders already looked like they were olympic

swimmers. but not the body

2} No hope in h**l could do anything about those ugly faces ! Ever !

Answer 2

Well...When i started high school...I was about the ugliest girl in the 9th grade. I was fat and freaky looking...My hair looked dry.. and I Had a crush on the cutest guy in the class. However....he didnt really like me...at all! He was not the school bullly...he was rather my bully. Cause I was the only one he would pick on. I remember one day I went to school..and I had bought this awesome little notebook. and he had a friend and she was like...omg i want that. and he told her..Well take it from her !! she cant do anything about it, So she held me down and I was holding on to my notebook. I had on a skirt..and while we were struggling for this book my skirt was flying about the place and he pointed at my legs and laughed. and started calling me Labby legs and other mean names. And I started to cry and ran outside. when I came back in the class everyone was calling me Labby Legs and Papaya ''Shake'' cause well..ya my legs were jiggly. And well.....he witnessed My baby brother pooing on me and he told everyone about it..and I was tortured for all of the 9th grade. :( Well...in 10th grade he barely looked at me but he started to be nicer to me. In 11th grade he apologized for all the things he did and he was like...'' I was being so immature and a total Jack ***..I'm sorry '' and I forgave him cause...I still had a MAJOR crush on him. I truly believe that he was apologizing cause he was sorry and not because I was getting HOT!!! lol ya..I look s**y now. lol. And in the 12the grade he asked me out. and now he's my boyfriend !!! Going steady and Lovin each other to death :)