Disclaimer: Aight peeps, first post here, this happened a long time ago, english isn't my first language, grammatical mistakes, yaddah yaddah.
I didn't really know if this could be classified as a pro revenge, since it didn't give me any real benefit afterwards, so tell me if I should post it somewhere else!
I tried to post it on petty revenge but I think it wasn't accepted? idk-
Also, I suck at telling stories, sorry-
Background: back in my first year of middle school I was in a classroom full of people I didn't know, because all my classmates from elementary were in another class (they had different school hours), so I was alone, and, as you could imagine, I was the only one that was getting picked on, luckily nothing physical, but I would get called "monster of the swamp", "fat" and the like on a daily basis, along with being treated like I had the plague or something, with people saying "eww, I need a disinfectant, I accidentally touched Adorbubblez!" and everyone laughing, or saying stuff like "X likes you!" as a joke and X answering "ewww, that's disgusting!", generally treating me like shit every day from Monday to Saturday (yes, I went to school even on Saturday), so I would go home crying my soul out at least once a week.
Even in Gym class I couldn't have a moment of peace: always picked last with everyone in my team groaning, left alone playing volleyball against the wall almost every time, and when I would feel bad and stay in a corner of the gym, sitting on the ground doing nothing they would throw those sponge balls on my head repeatedly, leaving little pieces of sponge in my hair.
I did try telling this stuff to my parents, and at first they tried talking to the teachers about it, but of course that didn't work (why would it?), and my parents just gave up on it (my mother even told me multiple times that I'm just "doing the part of the victim", but that's another story-).
So, you know, basic bully stuff.
The fact: One day, during the second year of middle school, on a Saturday, we had Art class, and we had to make something with a material that was basically synthetic clay, and those two hours went quite well considering that people would give me a hard time especially in that class (our teacher would let us listen to music while working and it was basically tradition for my classmates to pick on me asking stuff like "ehy, what're you listening to? [insert the most childish song you can think of]?" or they would just bother me the whole time).
The following hour we had math, and the teacher basically had her back towards us most of the time, so that was perfect for my main bullies to bother me! One of them was sitting a few meters away from me, on my left, and a row of people just behind me, with all their desks attached together; what would they do? Well, they made a bunch of little balls of the same synthetic clay we used in art class and throw them in my hair, where they would get stuck, and if they didn't? the people behind me would just retrieve them with their feet and pass it to the bully on my left, I tried telling the teacher, but they would just deny it, and the teacher of course believed them, even though she knew I was getting bullied on a regular basis, so they would keep doing it for the whole hour, of course I was getting more and more pissed, and they knew it; so at the end of the hour, when the teacher was gathering her things to go in another classroom I couldn't take it anymore, I just stood up and went to the guy that was sitting on my left to make him stop, I was fuming, but in a heartbeat I noticed he had another ball of clay in his hand, and knowing how these things go I knew full well that being at that distance he would throw it in my face, so I just firmly grabbed his arm to not let him;
there was one little detail I didn't tell before though: I always kept my nails a bit long, and I got some strong nails, but my dear bully apparently didn't care or didn't notice, so he just pulled his arm back, basically causing himself a looong and visible scratch through maybe half of his arm.
The teacher, knowing my situation at school, didn't punish me or anything, she didn't even tell my parents (I was the one who told them, at that point I didn't really give a shit).
The best part of this? The Monday after that (so, 2 days later), not even 10 minutes after we were all in class and seated down for our History class that same bully asked the teacher if he could go to the restroom to wash a bit his scratch with cold water because it "burned like hell", the teacher of course got concerned and asked who did that to him, and you better believe I didn't even hesitate saying "oh, yeah, I did" raising my hand; needless to say she was speechless, and until that point I never felt better; would I do that again if I had the chance? Oh boy, I would scratch the whole arm, not just half.
The bullying still kept on going all the way until the very end of middle school of course, but at least that bully calmed down a bit with what he would say/do to me.
Thank you all for reading! <3
Submitted March 12, 2019 at 10:14PM by AdorBubblez https://ift.tt/2VTHt9Z
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