I got into two fights with bullies in 8th grade. The first one was with a guy who was just an all-around dick who used to fuck with random scrawny kids during recess. One day, he decided to pick on me and he picked the wrong day.
My friends and I were playing "wall-ball" or some other made up game using a de-fuzzed tennis ball. The bully walks up and grabs the ball and starts walking away with him and his friends laughing. I said calmly but firmly, "give me the ball". He stopped and turned around to face me, still laughing and said something smart like "come take it", which basically meant that a "monkey in the middle" session was about to begin with his friends, me being the monkey. I kept slowly walking toward him and said "come on man, just give me the ball". As soon as I got close to him he looked at his friend and threw the ball to him. Right about then was when I snapped and punched him square in the face. It totally caught him off guard that someone would go from calm to psycho in the span of a few seconds. He hit me back and we ended up scuffling on the blacktop for a minute until a teacher broke it up.
I don't remember either of us getting suspended or getting detentions. However, from that day forward, that guy never messed with me or any of my friends. In fact a year later when we were in High School, he sat behind me in drafting class and kept trying to talk to me like we were best friends or something, LOL.
The second fight I remember was with this kid who a few years older than everyone else. I assume he had been left back two or three times. I remember that in eigth grade, he had a job after school, which was pretty rare as most of us were 13. I think he was 16. Anyway, he was taller than me and I was 5'11". He was also physically bigger. I was a scrawny stick-figure in eighth grade. At the time, we were going to graduation practice. Every chance this guy got, he was screwing with me. His favorite was flicking my ears whenever he was behind me. One day, we were riding on the bus back to school from graduation practice and he moved to the seat behind me and started flicking my ears. I calmly put up with it, and ignored it, saying nothing until the bus stopped at the school and his attention shifted to getting off the bus. As soon as this happened, I quickly stood up and round-house punched him in the side of his head, hitting him in the temple. I know he saw stars. He didn't hit me back, he just walked past me and said something like "I'm going to kill you, motherfucker, when you get off this bus". Of course, the bus driver saw all this and called it in. I just sat on the bus until the vice principal showed up. We both had to go talk to the principal (not at the same time) and my father was called in when it was my turn. The other kid ended up getting suspended for a week. I didn't get punished.
Similar to the first kid I talked about, when this kid came back from his suspension, he was acting like we were best friends for some reason.
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