School is hard. You’re trying to figure out who you are, your hormones are all over the place, and on top of that, some peers are making it worse for no good reason.
Persistent threats and aggressive attacks from bigger, stronger, and otherwise relatively advantaged students can turn your life into hell. And whether it happens physically in the halls or online via social media, the effects can follow you well into adulthood, too.
Yes, time heals, but scars often remain, and you might feel like you need justice, especially if the wrongdoers never faced real consequences for their disgusting actions.
To show you how far people go for closure, we compiled a list of stories about the “quiet kids” taking revenge on their bullies, even if it was years later.
#41
When I was in 6th grade there was a 8th grade student that always bothered me, punched me and took stuff from me douring break time. he was much larger and stronger than me. One day he took my note book and started ripping the pages out and throwing them at me. he then grabbed one of the pages and tried to stuff it in my mouth yelling eat it you f*****g nerd. suddnely something inside of me snapped and all I remember is I woke up at the nurse, with my fists and clothes full of blood. the police came to talk to me , and some paramedics came for the other kid. the police called my dad. the process was insane, the parents of the other kid sued me and I had to go to anger management therapy, but at the end I only had to take the anger management therapy cause I had a good lawyer (self defense and some other s**t was my defense and cause I didn't use any weapons)
according to some school students and friends I threw a single punch which knocked him to the floor then I jumped on him and started beating him with my bare fists and that it took 3 teachers to take me off of him and that I kept on screaming - leave me alone!!- continously while I beat him.
the schooldays after I returned from being suspended were strange cause somehow everybody knew me and everybody feared me. other kids that were also bullied by the dude congratulated me and one of them even invited me to play at his house.
as for the bully he never returned to school. I never felt proud of what I did. 1 cause I didn't remeber anything and 2 cause many other students avoided me after that, which reduced the amount of friends I had.
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according to some school students and friends I threw a single punch which knocked him to the floor then I jumped on him and started beating him with my bare fists and that it took 3 teachers to take me off of him and that I kept on screaming - leave me alone!!- continously while I beat him.
the schooldays after I returned from being suspended were strange cause somehow everybody knew me and everybody feared me. other kids that were also bullied by the dude congratulated me and one of them even invited me to play at his house.
as for the bully he never returned to school. I never felt proud of what I did. 1 cause I didn't remeber anything and 2 cause many other students avoided me after that, which reduced the amount of friends I had.
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#42
There was a guy at school who thought he was really popular and great, was on the sports team, the whole deal. Trouble was, he was a bit of a d**k. The only reason people put up with him was because his mum was a single parent, he had a big house and threw awesome parties.
He spent the whole time we were there mocking me for being unable to take a dump in school, then one day slipped me laxative, just as I was perfecting my plan to get a date for prom.
Anyway, enough was enough, so I banged his mum on the pool table in his basement.
He spent the whole time we were there mocking me for being unable to take a dump in school, then one day slipped me laxative, just as I was perfecting my plan to get a date for prom.
Anyway, enough was enough, so I banged his mum on the pool table in his basement.
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#43
I was visiting the city where I went to high school since I lived far from my hometown at the time. I was visiting my uncles who I lived with at the time.
This one day I woke up particularly early in the morning and I went outside to get a cup of coffee, and I see an old "friend" my high school bully.
He had the nerve to say hello to me in a semi-mocking tone just so he could excuse himself has the "goodguy" I proceed to ignore him and he sits in a table nearby.
He gets up to go to the bathroom, afterwards I get up to leave and I see his wallet on the chair must have fell from his pocket I guess and in a discreet and stealthy manner I grab his wallet and leave without anyone seeing me perform the deed.
For some reason his wallet was loaded with live cash, must have been planning to buy a gift for someone. Bought a brand new Armani suit with his money, don't regret it, never saw him again.
This one day I woke up particularly early in the morning and I went outside to get a cup of coffee, and I see an old "friend" my high school bully.
He had the nerve to say hello to me in a semi-mocking tone just so he could excuse himself has the "goodguy" I proceed to ignore him and he sits in a table nearby.
He gets up to go to the bathroom, afterwards I get up to leave and I see his wallet on the chair must have fell from his pocket I guess and in a discreet and stealthy manner I grab his wallet and leave without anyone seeing me perform the deed.
For some reason his wallet was loaded with live cash, must have been planning to buy a gift for someone. Bought a brand new Armani suit with his money, don't regret it, never saw him again.
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#44
I lived in a 6-person dorm. 3 of my roommates didn't like that the other 3 of us, and numerous friends from our hall, would come over and play super smash bros so much. So they glued my smash bros into my N64. This k****d the smash bros game and the N64. Unfortunately for them, they did this around the end of Lent. I happened to be giving up m**********n for lent. So on the 40th day I came...right into all of their shampoo and body wash. I like to think that they showered before going home for holiday to have their moms kiss them right on their semen-laced hair.
Tl;dr s****y roommates broke my N64 and smash bros because they hate happiness, I came on them and their mother's lips.
Tl;dr s****y roommates broke my N64 and smash bros because they hate happiness, I came on them and their mother's lips.
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#45
I pulled a Good Will Hunting on my neighborhood Bully 10 years later.
I was in the old neighborhood with a friend, and I decided to knock on his front door (the Bully's) to see if he still lived there. He came to the door. I smiled intending to shake to his hand and ask how he had been, while I immediately noticed that we were now roughly the same in size.
The first words out of his mouth were, "What the F**K do you want?"
I wasn't expecting hostility. My face must have been pure shock.
I began to say, "You don't recognize me?" and he said "Hold on a second."
I knew instinctively that he was going to get a bat. As soon as he got within a foot of the front door (and as soon as I saw the bat), I reflexively kicked the door back into his face before I even knew what I was doing. That's when all hell broke loose.
I pulled him outside and he managed to get me in a head lock. My friend is screaming at me to run back to the car before the cops show up. I am actually laughing hysterically at the ridiculousness of this entire situation, and then I realize that this s**t is about to get serious.
I couldn't get out of the head lock so I improvised. I kept my head down, balled up my outside arm's fist and swung as hard as I could at the guy's face. He had conveniently remained bent over with his head next to mine, so this punch sent the a*****e flying back. I stood up just in time to hear a blood curdling scream from inside the house.
Next thing I know, his fat a*s f*****g mother is ON MY BACK. I almost felt bad for the poor woman. However, she had brought her son his bat, and I wasn't too happy about that.
I worm the 300 lbs woman off of my back, and take a few hits to the back and sides with a wood Louisville Slugger. My adrenaline was pumping so hard I barely felt it at the time. Then all the anger from my childhood a***e washed over me like a f*****g tsunami acid bath.
I remembered the beatings, the tormenting of my friends, and other kids just for being different. I remember him kidnapping my friends sister and this a*****e threatening to k**l his own friend that objected. I remembered how fat this f*****g a*****e used to be, when he was 3-4 grades ahead of everyone else and weighed 125 lbs more than we did.
He blamed his weight as a kid on being hit by Pepsi truck at a younger age. Apparently he was chewing on 3 pieces of f*****g bubble yum bubblegum (big a*s pieces of gum) when he got hit, and they had to
feed him nothing but purple jello while he was in the hospital for months and months, so when he got out he had reached Blob proportions. Anyway. That fat a*s had lost his weight. I heard he was one of the first people to get gastric bypass or some s**t.
I take another hit from the bat, right to the neck. I don't think I even flinched. He swung just a little too slow on the fourth swing.
I snatched it out if his hands and threw it to my friend before I proceeded to beat the living s**t out of him in front of his mother, and his dog, in his own front yard.
It was only the lack of street lights, and parking just far enough away that allowed us to get away without my friends tags being ID'ed.
edit: To this day I'm sure he has no idea who I was or what the f**k that was all about. I hope the not knowing made the next couple months a hellish period of anticipation of d***h, which we all know is worse than d***h itself.
I was in the old neighborhood with a friend, and I decided to knock on his front door (the Bully's) to see if he still lived there. He came to the door. I smiled intending to shake to his hand and ask how he had been, while I immediately noticed that we were now roughly the same in size.
The first words out of his mouth were, "What the F**K do you want?"
I wasn't expecting hostility. My face must have been pure shock.
I began to say, "You don't recognize me?" and he said "Hold on a second."
I knew instinctively that he was going to get a bat. As soon as he got within a foot of the front door (and as soon as I saw the bat), I reflexively kicked the door back into his face before I even knew what I was doing. That's when all hell broke loose.
I pulled him outside and he managed to get me in a head lock. My friend is screaming at me to run back to the car before the cops show up. I am actually laughing hysterically at the ridiculousness of this entire situation, and then I realize that this s**t is about to get serious.
I couldn't get out of the head lock so I improvised. I kept my head down, balled up my outside arm's fist and swung as hard as I could at the guy's face. He had conveniently remained bent over with his head next to mine, so this punch sent the a*****e flying back. I stood up just in time to hear a blood curdling scream from inside the house.
Next thing I know, his fat a*s f*****g mother is ON MY BACK. I almost felt bad for the poor woman. However, she had brought her son his bat, and I wasn't too happy about that.
I worm the 300 lbs woman off of my back, and take a few hits to the back and sides with a wood Louisville Slugger. My adrenaline was pumping so hard I barely felt it at the time. Then all the anger from my childhood a***e washed over me like a f*****g tsunami acid bath.
I remembered the beatings, the tormenting of my friends, and other kids just for being different. I remember him kidnapping my friends sister and this a*****e threatening to k**l his own friend that objected. I remembered how fat this f*****g a*****e used to be, when he was 3-4 grades ahead of everyone else and weighed 125 lbs more than we did.
He blamed his weight as a kid on being hit by Pepsi truck at a younger age. Apparently he was chewing on 3 pieces of f*****g bubble yum bubblegum (big a*s pieces of gum) when he got hit, and they had to
feed him nothing but purple jello while he was in the hospital for months and months, so when he got out he had reached Blob proportions. Anyway. That fat a*s had lost his weight. I heard he was one of the first people to get gastric bypass or some s**t.
I take another hit from the bat, right to the neck. I don't think I even flinched. He swung just a little too slow on the fourth swing.
I snatched it out if his hands and threw it to my friend before I proceeded to beat the living s**t out of him in front of his mother, and his dog, in his own front yard.
It was only the lack of street lights, and parking just far enough away that allowed us to get away without my friends tags being ID'ed.
edit: To this day I'm sure he has no idea who I was or what the f**k that was all about. I hope the not knowing made the next couple months a hellish period of anticipation of d***h, which we all know is worse than d***h itself.
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#46
There was this lady I really despised at school.
She got k****d at a car crash.
I laughed.
She got k****d at a car crash.
I laughed.
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#47
I heard this story once about this guy who got the everlasting c**p beat out of him by a bunch of soldiers. They tore his beard off, lashed his back into an unrecognizable cornfield, nailed a crown of thorns into his head, and then crucified him. He totally got back at them by.......uh.....um............
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