School fightsI don't remember much of the fight - it'd been building for weeks, petty things, knocking over my stuff, calling names - but it didn't last long... He hit me, I hit him, then *whack* he connected with my jaw and it all went black.
Coming round, surrounded by some friends, it was apparently "really cool". All I know is my head hurt. A lot.
Tell us about the legendary fights at school.
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chthonic, Fri 10 Mar 2006, 10:43)
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The most unlikely items make great weapons...At school I realised early on that actually learning stuff was the route to getting out of the craphole town I lived in, this didn't sit well with the usual twats who wanted to piss away the school years picking on me and others before signing on for unemployment benefit for the next 10 years.
Most of the asbo bound kids walked from the school to the train station a mile away and would cause mayhem on their route down the main road, this is where I learnt having a bike would get me away from the "danger zone" quickly enough to avoid grief.
Until one day a stocky plonker who enjoyed causing me pain decided he didn't want me escaping so quick so let down my bike tyres. Cue end of the day and I realise I have to push my bike home but stocky twat is waiting at school gates with a menacing look. So I take a run at it and find myself running down the main road pushing my bike with bully chasing behind me hell bent on bloodying my nose...
This is where I have one of those flash bulb idea moments. I'm smaller and lighter than him and aided by a bike with good brakes plus he's right behind me running full pelt... So I hit the bike brakes and stop near on the spot digging heels in to bring myself to full halt, this has the added benefit of raising the rear bike wheel into the air like a reverse wheelie! Big thug looks astonished and is unable to stop himself from running full pelt into the back of my bike clobbering his nuts on the rear wheel and doubling over to hit his face on the back of the seat which leaves him lying on the ground clutching his groin and sobbing as his mouth bleeds all over the pavement :-)
So I stand calmly over him and simply say "don't bother me again" and walk away happy. Many people circled to see big thug cry which made me all the happier. He still caused me grief from time to time but as soon as it looked like I might lash out he'd back down and leave me be for a week. Last time I saw him he was attempting GCSE resits at local college in his early twenties.
Length/Girth due to central heating, generally looks much smaller!
(, Mon 13 Mar 2006, 11:37, Reply)
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