In years 2 and 3 there was this one girl who bullied me *non-stop* until year 3 (you’ll see why). I was her target because I’m up to a year younger than most of my peers.
*Main Year 2 story:*
Once during recess, I was drawing in my sketchbook by myself, and she had one of her friends take my pencils from me. She threw them on the ground and stomped on them, which f*cking obliterated the leads. It was a $20 pack of coloured pencils, and to a 7-year-old, that’s a lot of money. I only had the pencil I was holding, my favourite colour, which had just been sharpened, so when she tried to take it from me I f*cking reacted. Annoyingly, I like to sit in quiet places, so if I’d just yelled out, the teacher on duty wouldn’t have heard me. So, I did what I could do… I stabbed her with my pencil, and the lead broke off in her skin. Of course she twisted the story (I don’t remember how…) to make me seem like *I* had just stabbed her out of nowhere, so I got a week’s worth of lunchtime detentions.
*Main Year 3 Story:*
After school my school has a program for years Prep (the Australian equivalent of Kindergarten) to year 6, where the kids can go after school to be supervised by workers from an external company, and sometimes some year 12s who want some extra cash, so that the kids’ parents know that their children are safe while they wait to be picked up. During this program, the bully girl was there, and so was I. It was over a year since the ‘pencil incident’, and we were in the playground. The playground had one of those bars that rolls along a track (we call them Flying-Foxes), and I had just pushed off she started *sprinting* towards me. Once she got to me, she tried to grab my legs, I kicked out to stop her and accidentally pushed her over. She landed in an awkward way, and broke her collar-bone. Again, I got the blame.
We have never been in the same class together since year 3. Year 2 and year 3 we were in the same class, and now we’ve never been in them together… I wonder why?
I figured I’d share my stories of how my bully became the ‘victim’ in the eyes of the school. I’ve got more stories about a ‘friend’ of mine since preschool, who turned out to be a bully after 11 years of ‘friendship’. But that would make this even longer… So I won’t unless anyone wants to hear it, it’s *really* long, that’s what tends to happen with 11 years of sh*t.