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⌈ Secret Post #2532 ⌋

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Re: Bullying (tw?)

[otakugal15]

I had a guy who, for what ever reason, was friends with me and these two other guys, but then started picking on me. He made fun of my left hand, which is a bit smaller than my right. It's just noticeable enough that he saw it and just...made fun of me.

It FINALLY got to me one day in math class. This was in the 6th grade. He said something and I just snapped. I shoved him over a desk. Now, this guy was twice my size, in weight, height, and general build. He went right over that desk. We both got sent to the principal's office, but when she hear why I did that, she let me leave with no mark on record and gave him a hell of a talking to.

He NEVER bullied me again.

I did the same thing one day when a teacher was out of class in the 8th grade when this douchebag guy wouldn't give me my seat back. He'd been constantly making fun of me for being a manga fan and reading various other geeky things and getting mad I wouldn't draw him stuff. So, I grabbed him by his shirt and threw him to the floor.

Never again did he bother me, nor did his friends.

I was never violent otherwise. They just pushed me to my limit and I retaliated the only way I knew how and the in the only way I knew would work.