Been through tough times.
I go to a school called Barry Boys. It's where the rough and tumble boys come to die. It's toughest rules, no gingers, no fatties and no small nipples allowed or you're fucking finished.

This is a crying shame for me, being a fat ginger with small nipples. It all started on the very first day. I was moving up from a decent primary school to Barry Boys as it was the only school to accept me with my embarrassingly low SAT scores. I was excited for the fresh start, the new surroundings. Little did I know I was entering a living hellhole.

I walked to school on the first day. I was a slim lad with nicely combed ginger hair. Outside the gates were three ruffians, smoking cigarettes and playing a lovely game of cup and ball. I could see they were going to be trouble, so I whispered to myself, "Don't make eye contact, that's what sets them off". I went to walk in the gate when one shouted at me,
"OI MERT",
I could feel my penis retracting in fear.
"Y..Yes?", I replied, visibly kecking myself.
"Got the time?", he said, with a grin on his face. I realised he was just a pleasant old chap wondering if he was late for his class, not trouble at all!
"Not a problem", I proclaimed, "Not a problem at all", as I whacked out my Nokia 3310 which I had modified to a point where it was able to send and receive video calls.
"It's ten to ni-", I started, before he grabbed the phone and looked himself.
"Oh, you want to see it for yourself? Well that's ok I guess," I said politely.
"Thanks mert." was his reply, before he popped it in his pocket, laughing.
"Well, I'm sure you've seen the time now. Could I have it back?", I asked. He just laughed in my face. I started to get a bit annoyed,
"What's the crack", I asked.
"I'll crack your head", he replied, as he stood up to lean over me.
"Please, just give me my phone back", I requested, with a tear in my left eye. He pushed me on the floor and him and his pals started kicking me.
"You give us 3 pound everyday or we'll belt ya!", he told me. Seeing I wasn't going to get my phone back I timidly walked into school and to my first lesson (we didn't have tutor groups in this school, as hundreds of hooligans with nothing to do for half an hour was a recipe for disaster).

My first lesson was Mathematics with Mr Lobotomy. I walked in the class and was met by a furore of laughter.
"It's a ginger!", explained the bright spark of the class. The room broke out into a chant of "Ginger pubes! Ginger pubes!".
I tried to ignore it and sat down on an island table, a table isolated from the rest of the class. A few minutes later a whale of a boy came and sat down next to me. He was tall, bald and fat and I could see his trainers were 2 sizes too big for his feet.
"I'm Brandon", the fat cunt quoth. We spoke throughout the lesson and realised we had a lot in common, including our taste in anime cartoons and our favourite band GWAR! We really hit it off and became firm buddys.

After the lesson me and Brandon went to the lockers. He opened his. I could see he had a swastika sticker in it, but whenever a black lad walked past he'd rapidly throw his hand over it. A few lads were walking towards us.
"Oh shit oh shit oh shit!", whispered Brandon, as he shut his locker.
"Hello Brandon", one of the boys said, with a sly look on his face.
"Just leave me alone, this is none of your business.", replied Brandon.
"I will", said the boy, "but just one thing", what he did next was so disgusting it stunned me. He grabbed Brandon by the balls while his friends grabbed his legs and pulled them till he fell over. Then they started stamping on him.
"Pussy", they said as they walked away. I could see Brandon sobbing.
"Are you... Are you crying?", I asked.
"They went to my primary school, they never left me alone", he explained. I helped Brandon up and rubbed his back to comfort him. Eventually he stopped crying and we went to our next lesson- English. Unfortunately we were in different English classes so we had to split.

I walked into English. The teacher, Mr Hogblom, was short and bald and constantly trembled.
"Ginger pubes!", shouted one boy. The class broke out into chants of ginger pubes.
"Oh gosh, not this old song and dance", I proclaimed, rolling my eyes.
One fellow snuck up behind me and pulled my jean shorts and Spongebob Squarepants briefs right down! The class broke out into hysterical laughter. You see, I only had one pube. It was long, thick and ginger. My mum had tried to pluck it out for me the night before but suffice to say, it was a tough'un! Then the whole class started circling around me and throwing things at me. Mr Hogblom turned a blind eye as he was busy playing Michael Bublé Shooter on his laptop.

English seemed to last forever, but after a while it ended and I was relieved there was only one more lesson before lunch- Geography. I walked into the class expecting the worst and instantly someone threw a globe at me and the class started chanting ginger pubes, once again. I'm not ashamed to say I ran out of the class, out of the school and back home in floods of tears.

I barged through my front door, fighting back the tears.
"Water you doing here?", asked my father.
"I can't go back.", I said.
"Nonsence!", he shouted, as he kicked me back out the door. I didn't go back to school though did I rofl I went to the ice rink for a quick skate. Then came back home.

That night I went on MSN so I could talk to my asian pen pal, Mindy. The conversation went something like this...
hardboy1388: hello mindy :)
pureazn101: i cant believe uve done this.
hardboy1388: ;o wot? i dont really like pie i just say it because it is funny
pureazn101: those nasty txts u sent. no i will not show u my "growler" and tht dus not make me frigid
hardboy1388: mindy ;o that was not me!
pureazn101: oh sure it wasnt, i suppose ur cusin wos on ur phone
hardboy1388: no! some naughty boys stole my phone
pureazn101: wutuf? u let ur phone get robbed? i thought u wer a hardboy
hardboy1388: i... im sorry
pureazn101: its too late t'apologize.
And with that I was blocked. What a terrible first day.

I was miserable, but I had to go back to school the next day. As I walked through the hallways more and more slurs were shouted at me. I couldn't stand the banter that no one on hell or earth deserves. I soldiered on and made it to my first lesson, double P.E., my least favourite lesson doubled.

I got into the changing rooms and whacked my iPood t-shirt off.
"Haha! Look at his small nipples!", one boy pointed out.
The next thing I knew I was being whipped by towels coming from all directions. All I could hear was a mess of guffaws and taunts.
"What's goin' on 'ere then?", shouted our P.E. teacher, Mr Lulzstrom, as he burst through the changing room doors. The lads backed off a little but I could see Mr Lulzstrom smirking at my small nipples. I felt like crying, but I held the tears back.

After double P.E. I had English. It was pretty much a repeat of yesterday, but I tolerated it and finally lunchtime had come.

I caught up with Brandon and we walked onto the playground. I hadn't realised what a jungle it would actually be! Bodily fluids were being flung around in all directions, fighting, drug taking and even anal sex was going on right in front of my eyes! One boy started pissing on me and Brandon, I recoiled in horror.
"Follow my lead!", Brandon said, as he started running. I followed him and we ended up at his house.

We calmed down by watching some Naruto. We both agreed that Sakura Haruno was the smexiest ninja.

School continued to be a living hellhole for months. I ended up comfort eating and ended up obese. I dyed my hair black but it didn't change anything. After months and months of abuse Brandon said,
"I can't take it anymore! We have to do something!", so we thought on our feet. I decided to make a poster depicting us both as real dangerous dogs. This was the result.

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This didn't help matters. It only made us a bigger target. Will the bullying ever stop? I'd like to think so, but so far it's early days.

-James "SirStromming" Bowles
(SirStromming, Wed 13 May 2009, 16:54, 2 replies)

Hmmm
Sounds like Barry really
(timewarper, Fri 15 May 2009, 17:16, closed)

Barry, as in Vale of Glamorgan, crap seaside, chavtastic, Gavin and Stacey Barry?
I sympathise immensely; my extended family lives there and I visit as infrequently as possible!
( Maladicta, Sat 16 May 2009, 17:17, closed)