Bullies
Time to get my 2pence worth in methinks!

In hindsight I wasn't really the ideal victim until I hit highschool. But the bullying started for me on my very own street. There was this vile snotrag called Leanne who loved nothing more than making my life hell, I would come in sobbing almost daily when she had hit me/said something mean/set her brother on me and a friend with tennis rackets. My mum was at her wits end and shouted at me one day that if I didn't hit her back she would hit me. I was so shocked that my mum had said this that I did run outside, volleyed over our wall and laid into the bitch. I'd like to think I thrashed her ass karate kid stylee, but I imagine it was more like hair pulling, kicking, biting and scratching. My mum dragged me off her after she let out a scream that sounded something similar to a pig being decapitated. She never passed my house alone after that, only ever with a bigger, even more venomous slag called Karen.
(vampyre_gem has been dead since, Thu 21 May 2009, 9:50, Reply)