I don't realy care for bullies
Bullies are like ants you find them every ware and they always tend to be in groups.

The same was true at both my schools, now when I was in primary school the bullies consisted of a rag tag group of kids from different year groups who came together to share their hate for decent insults and anyone with a brain cell. I was one of these said people, in fact most of the school was, this meant that I was subject to the typical standard bullied tactics such as getting the blame for anything bad that happened, getting beat up, having lame insults hurled at me on a regular biases. And for the most part I just shrugged it off and ignored them.

However one of the worst cases of bullying I have had the misfortune to be the victim of was when a nineteen year old lad chased after me and slammed my face into a log. This happened when I was about thirteen or fourteen. However it did get rid of the big spot on my nose which probably cushioned the blow.

When I was at secondary school the same pattern of the primary school bully was applied, mainly because I went to the same secondary school as most of the twunts from my primary school, and again I shrugged it off and got on with my life. Now it wasn’t till about two or three years ago that I took a stand against the leader of said group of bullies, (following the advice of my father “always go for the ring leader”), and this happened when I was waiting outside off one of the classrooms waiting for the teacher to show up, now this being the perfect time to do a bit of quick bulling they stared to hit the back of my head. To which I turn round with my right leg out low and took the cocky little shits legs out at the same time as I pushed him, this combined with the fact that his legs were no longer touching the floor meant that little shit had a few brief seconds to wonder what had happened before he landed on his backside in front of most of the class. That was also the moment when the teacher of said lesson arrived to see him getting of the floor and swinging for me, the result was him being severally embarrass and a detention.

His face however as he realised what had happened the split second before he hit the ground is something that I will always remember.
(radial head fracture, Wed 13 May 2009, 20:09, Reply)