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« on: April 21, 2011, 11:15:23 pm »
Back in primary school I was bullied for a long time because I tried to help someone else out. I was the new kid in school, and immediately I noticed that there was a shy girl who would be consistently picked on by almost everyone at the school. The reason for this was because she used to be one of those special education students and was recently transferred out because she showed enough mental development. She wasn't dumb as much as she was socially inept. I used to be very popular and liked back then; I was always the "cool smart kid" you turned to when you wanted the answers to your math homework.
Anyway, one day I had become absolutely fed up with the other kid's inhumane torture of this little girl. They would steal her money, tease her to tears, and cause her significant physical harm. Nobody ever got in trouble because she didn't talk to anyone about it. This particular day in recess, the typical group of five dudes and a chick were punting this girl around (this is funnily enough, cliche) and laughing. I don't know what overcame me, perhaps I had a crush on the girl back then? I told the kids very rudely to fuck off. They were compliant for a few days. That's when they focused their attention on me.
The girl had moved to another town, and I was left with no friends and everyone giving me the stink-eye. Eventually I was bullied in the same manner as the girl was, only they were much more physical. They would break my pencils, tear up my homework, steal whatever change I always carried around, stab me with pencils, you name it! I joke you not when I say the entire school bullied me, some of the teachers hated me because of what some of the kids did to frame me. This persisted until high school, where everyone I previously knew didn't attend. I had friends, and could focus on being happy and studying for college.
Not once did I raise a fist to my antagonists, or even resist. I fought with rude words and my swift, skinny legs.