its just not fair.
not me - a young man called marcus. odd chap - had the nickname 'round fellow'.
being a bit of a victim as well, i was always polite to him - obviously tho, keeping a distance so i wasnt associated with him directly. that would have led to more bollocks in the breaktime.
the whole year group had spent 5 years winding him up. five years -
so eventually he went mental in a class one day and started throwing chairs around.
i beleive he got suspended, and nobody else was ever given a talking too.

poor bugger.

on a diffe3rent note, a scrote called duncan once decided he was going to kick me in the arse for no reason. i pushed him over. 4th years eh?
(magictorch, Fri 17 Mar 2006, 9:19, Reply)

It figures doesn't it
And so my dull, crap stories continue.

The "bully" of my year, who shall remain nameless, was a bit of an inbred nutter who was just a bit of a psycho and as hard as the big rock in his head that passed for his brain.... Turns out he joined the Marines - I think I can safely say that we weren't surprised.....

Mind you, when you got him on his own he wasn't that bad a bloke.

Length, girth, yadda yadda
(james_tiger_woods needs to lay off the wine on, Fri 17 Mar 2006, 8:23, Reply)

Another quickeh before they close it
Fighting with those big metre long wooden rulers as swords in science while the teacher was out of the room. I was giving my opponent a good thrashing when the 6th sense told me the outer door to the room was opening.
Door opens
I drop sword (ruler)
opponent (gleefully) twots me round the head with his, hard...
...at the same time the teacher walks in to the room.
One two week suspension for him. Scott free for me.
Back to my earlier comment about learning to fight dirty.

With rulers in there, there should be a length comment, but I don't think I'd measure up to it.
( Ogwen69 has been ignoring X-Factor since, Fri 17 Mar 2006, 8:22, Reply)

Red Mist
For reasons that are too dull to explain (and it's obvious anyway), I was at a forces boarding school (As I've mentioned before) full of nutters, weirdos and general psychos - there were some good people there too really....

I was part of the stage crew for a play that was being put on and some kid who'd been harassing me and racially abusing me for, oh, I dunno, a few years.... decides to kick in. He went on for a bit and the ol' red mist decends and I flip out throwing things and generally throwing what was described then as a bit of an "eppy" - I never hit him, but man I flipped out. He never bothered me again, and a teacher made him apologise. We became good mates after that - until he got expelled....
(james_tiger_woods needs to lay off the wine on, Fri 17 Mar 2006, 8:20, Reply)

equilibrium

Micheal would always fight me, and i would fight back.He ould win but i would still fight. Reese and i would fight - more like hunt each other - and the outcome was sometimes questionable. Reese, for some reason i can't recall, makes me furious and i am chasing him all over gods green acres with every intent of beating the living shit out of him, when, out of nowhere Micheal appears and places Reese in a full nelson. I look at Micheal, he nods to me and i to him, and i smoke Reese square in the nose. He bleeds, i panic and hop on the bus for a ski field trip we were taking that day. All day i was so worried about getting in trouble when i got back that i couldn't concentrate and flew off a cliff and sprained my knee( granted i couldn't ski my way out of a paper bag back then). Never heard a word of it and Micheal and i became fast friends.
(goorf, Fri 17 Mar 2006, 8:19, Reply)

IT'S THE...........
....... 'NEEDLESS TO SAY, I HAD THE LAST LAUGH!' THREAD!!!

Brought to you, by Ginsters.
(Brady, Fri 17 Mar 2006, 8:05, Reply)

A cute one
In my first year of junior high (age 12), I made a few new friends. One was a Native kid named Tony who played on my football team with me. Another was a Chinese kid named Yang who was pretty smart. Yang had a history of being bullied, mostly because he has a funny accent and he's not very strong. But Tony enjoyed teasing him, and never did anything too mean to him. However, Yang couldn't understand and was offended by all of Tony's jokes.

So one day, Yang brought a baseball bat to school and hid it in his locker. When Tony came over to his locker nearby, Yang pulled out the bat and started hitting Tony with it. Tony was in stitches. No, not literally. He was laughing at how ridiculous it was. Yang had all the power of Mr Burns, and could not even hurt a person with a baseball bat.

I'm still friends with Yang, and he's going for a doctorate in Chinese history. Tony unfortunately got into cocaine and was expelled from high school for stealing computer parts.
(racetraitor has an alibi for, Fri 17 Mar 2006, 4:00, Reply)

Not nessecarily a fight, more so an attack....involving a gluestick....
....some guy who was in my form had been annoying me for years, but had only just started trying to hit me. Y'know the usuall - headbut here, digs there, all that bullcrap.

Anyways, one day in a form period of some variety, our pathetic form teacher went outside for some reason and this complete twunt was on the other side of the classroom, playing around with a gluestick.

Yes, a gluestick. Not the most threatening object known to man, but they're moderatly heavy when they're full, and if he decided to throw it at me with a good amount of spin, it would hurt so fucking much.

Anyway, he's playing around with this gluestick, 'pretending' to chuck it at me (where he nearly let it out of your hand to scare me)I knew that him throwing it would be inevitable, so I just braced myself for some good ol' fashioned pain. So, finally, he threw it at me. Friggin' 'eck, it flew quickly, he'd thrown it as hard as he bloody could.

Not as accuratly as he could though - it ended up hitting one of his best mates square on the forehead! He was being so bloody apologetic to this guy, who now had this massive red swelling protruding out of his forehead. Now do you beleive me when I say that a gluestick will hurt?

Still, if it had hit me, this wanker would be laughing his fucking arse off. What a complete prick.

So, kids - watch out for flying gluesticks!
(The_Mop, Fri 17 Mar 2006, 1:12, Reply)

Lesson Learned/Learnt/Whatever
I was pretty lucky when it came to bullies and being bullied. I was part of a close-knit group of about 7 friends and they all had decent qualities (the wise-ass, the tough-kid, the footy hero, etc) that resulted in us being left alone. But when we were on our own it was abit different.
I never really stood out or came across as anything special. So one day in the last lesson of the day, some chump starts taking the piss and generally annoying me.
I just ignore him, it's almost time to go home and I end up moving chairs to talk to a mate. He proceeds to follow me for the full 40 minute lesson and bug the-fuck out of me.
I was willing to let it slide but the next day, i'm sitting there in my form room, chatting shit with a mate and said-bully comes over. Before he can say anything i've picked up a pc keyboard from next to me (form room was i.t room) and smashed him across the face with it.
Several keys have popped out of their places and there's fair bit of blood running from his nose and teeth.
Before anyone can say anything I adjust my grip on the keyboard ready for another swing and mutter to him "Don't even fuckin start!".

He ran off to the toilets crying and after that he always gave me plenty of space.

So kids, the next time sometime's pissing you off and a responsible adult/teacher says "just ignore them"... try smacking them in the face with a large solid object.
(tylrdiablos, Fri 17 Mar 2006, 0:44, Reply)

I've been in two fights in my life, and I kicked ass in both of them.
They both happened within a day of each other.

In my last year of high school, we would often have debates about various subjects in my creative writing class. One day it was abortion, which sparked a lively debate, and once the class was over (it was the last class of the day) some of my friends and I sat together on the bus and continued talking about it.

Behind us were two girls, about fifteen years old - lots of makeup, really annoying, you know the type. I hear one of them say to the other very loudly, "God, why do they have to talk about such stupid stuff?"

I turn around to her and say, "Why, because we're not talking about what we're going to wear to school tomorrow or what boys we like?"

She says, I swear to God, "Well, at least that's INTERESTING." Gah.

So we go back to ignoring them, and we all go home.

The next morning, we're on the bus, and sure enough, those same two stupid girls are sitting behind us. So, to mock them, we started having our our stereotypical stupid girl conversation. "Oh my GOOOOD, I have SUCH a crush on Billy, he's a dreamboat, he's a boat of dreams, oh my lord, makeup shoes boys" etc etc.

We get to school, and as I'm about to walk into the building, one of the fifteen year old girls grabs me. She's acting all tough all of a sudden.

"Were you making fun of me?!" she demanded.
"I think it's pretty obvious that I was making fun of you, yes," I said.
"You're such a bitch, no one makes fun of me."
"I think I just did, so I'll see you later," I answered, making to go into the school, but she grabbed me again.
"Come on, let's go," she says.

Now, I'm three years older than this girl and easily six inches taller than her, so it doesn't even occur to me that she wants to fight.

"Go...where?"
"Let's fight!" Seriously. She said this.
"Let's... fight?" Again, I couldn't comprehend the idea that she thought she could beat me up.
"Yeah, come on, you fucking bitch."

I look her up and down, kinda roll my eyes, and I'm like, "Seriously?"
"COME ON!" she yells, so I roll my eyes again and say, "Fine, okay, let's go."

Now, you'd think that a girl who was so gung-ho to fight would, you know, ACTUALLY want to fight. But this girl goes to grab my hair.

Please. If I'm fighting, I'm not fighting like a fucking pansy.

So I decked her in the face.

Down she goes, screaming and yelling. I roll my eyes and go to class. Amazingly, I never got called into the office or got in any trouble for it.

The next day, I'm leaving school to go home, and HILARIOUSLY, her little buddy shows up, looking for revenge. Again, I'm three years older than her, and while she's taller than her friend, I've still got three or four inches on her.

"Did you not see what happened to your friend?" I asked. I wasn't trying to be threatening - I was mostly annoyed that they were bothering me when I wanted to go home and take a nap.

"You fucking bitch" - which is apparently the only insult those cuntscabs can think of - "Nobody hurts my friends, I am going to kick the shit out of you."

Ugh. Again, I roll my eyes, sigh in resignation, and say, "Gah, FINE."

Now, you'd think that 1) a girl who was so gung-ho to fight, and 2) a girl who SAW HOW I FIGHT THE DAY BEFORE would know what kind of fight she would be getting into and would act accordingly.

Her opening move? TRYING TO GRAB MY HAIR.

So, with an extreme feeling of deja vu, I decked her in the face. And down she goes. I pick up my backpack and get on the bus to sit with my friends, who are all either pissing themselves laughing or totally in shock that both of those morons were so clueless.

Neither of them ever bothered me again, and I have yet to be in a fight since.

Fucking skunts.
(Katanma sleep enthusiast, Fri 17 Mar 2006, 0:37, Reply)

Those were the days...
When back at my old school (which i left for fear of my life as it was a pretty rough shithole) I got into a fight with a girl. All i remember is being on the field with crowds around us screaming us on. This girl grabs my hair so i kicked her. Instead of punching me or what have you, she only goes and removes my t shirt so about 100 people get a glimpse of a 13 year old flat chest. Sexy. After someone ran in to pull my top back down i grabbed grabbed her hair, and god knows how but she managed to sink her teeth into my back. I still have a (faint) round scar on the right side of my back.

Im not sure who won but if i ever see her again...

*shakes fist*
(Clarissa, Thu 16 Mar 2006, 23:20, Reply)