Moral victory
I accused the hardest kid in our year of being not actually that hard, just psycho enough that no one dare challenge him and that actually I was probably harder than he was but I just didn't see the point in fighting(I'd just started experimenting with drugs) This built up over a number of weeks with me managing to talk my way out of a few tight cornerings until one day I noticed a fucking huge crowd gathering to watch me eat my lunch next to the basket ball courts. Out of the crowd steps the man himself.

Yet more fronting up and challenging took place, him obviously looking for the right moment to strike, me trying desperately of thinking what I thought I was doing facing upto a guy who'd had so many fights he'd got vibration white finger. After about 10 minutes of some tight lipped staring he turned around and said "fine, woteva" and just as I thought he was going to walk away he rounded on me fist following and twated me in the jaw. All the power and energy I had was now focused on one thing, don't cry. I hadn't fallen down, due to the suprise nature of his attack, I hadn't had time to react, not even recoil so if I just stood there it might look like it didn't hurt. I waited till he'd gone and enough of his mates had fucked off and slowly walked behind one of the porta-cabins, and started bawling my eyes out, but I was smiling because I hadn't given that little shit the satisfaction.
After lunch, hard boy was missing from registration and then from english, I asked the teacher where the boy was, turns out he broke two fingers and a knuckle. never been in a fight since, but never been afraid of one either.
(the cave, Tue 14 Mar 2006, 20:22, Reply)