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To celebrate the recent release of Rockstar’s Bully: Scholarship Edition for the Nintendo Wii and XBOX 360, Gamers Platform is giving away one (1) free copy of Bully: Scholarship Edition for the Nintendo Wii and two (2) Bully bumper stickers for your car!
Have you ever been bullied while you were in school? What kind of things did you do to have to deal with this bully? Were you the bully? We want to hear your story! Make it short but funny.
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PRIZE(S)
FirstPrize
- (1) Bully: Scholarship Edition - Nintendo Wii
Second Prize
- (2) Bully Bumper Sticker
To simply join, post your story under the comments section. You must have a valid email address! If you are the winner, you’ll be contacted within 24 hours after the contest ends. Entries must be submitted no later than March 14th at 12:00AM PST.
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When I was in kindergarden and yes I was a little shrimp, I would always be chased by this huge guy. He seemed like he was twice my size and he was really fat. He would chase me around on a tricycle and it looked really funny now that I think about it but it was terrifying to me at the time. He could never catch up to me since he was fat but i was still always terrified. Haha what a joke now that I think of it.
When I was in first grade I believe, there where a few kids who would pick on me because I had these huge bug eye glasses. They would taunt me and call me names. But the teacher would catch them doing it and they got in trouble. Their punishment, no recess.
When I was young, there was a bully who picked on every kid in school. He had two cronies who would follow him around and do his dirty work for him when he was lazy. One day, all the classmates got together with my grandpa and we formed a plan to get even. While the bullies were walking home from school, the whole class ambushed them with water balloons and we bombarded them non-stop until we trapped them in a corner. My grandpa made them sign a peace treaty with us to leave us alone. Too bad it didn’t work for long.
Hmmm… now that I think about it, this might have been an episode of the Simpsons.
Growing up, my friend’s older brother was that stereotypical brutish bully that picked on kids several years younger than him. He was ugly, fat, had huge muscles, and a mullet. I don’t think he had any friends, so he compensated by stealing money, food, balls, bikes and toys from kids two or more years younger than he.
One summer day, after Bully threw my football over a barb wire fence, I knew it was time for some revenge. I could never match him in a fight, so decided to go with a covert operation. Me and my friend, Bully’s brother, borrowed my sister’s humidifier. We filled it with water, as one’s supposed to, but then we also each dropped a nice smelly deuce into the bowl. We snuck in Bully’s room, plugged in the poo humidifier, and let it stink up the room for a good two hours before unplugging it and pretending like nothing happened. His room smelled like poo for a solid 6 months. Not just any poo though, like gut wrenching I want to vomit poo, like breathing diarrhea poo. Of course, Bully never figured out what the smell was. We still got bullied up through middle school, though…
Once there was a bully named Ronald. Although he didn’t wear any make-up, he had red hair and an incredibly strange-looking face - almost like Ronald McDonald. However, he was mighty big and had a way of intimidating people, so if you would dare tell him that to his face (that he looks Ronald McDonald-esque) then you would most likely get pounded.
One day when I was walking home from school I had my cell-phone out and he approached me.
“Gimmie the phone, butt hole!” he would say to me (despite being in high school, that fool was really that immature in terms of insults).
“No, you big idiot, I won’t”, I responded.
Needless to say, I got pounded and my phone got stolen.
Later that that day I had to report to work at a local fast food joint. Ronald, the bully, came into the store as a customer. He wasn’t even aware I worked there; it was a total coincidence.
As a sick joke to get him back for all of the misery he’s caused me and my fellow school mates I put a cooked mouse where his french fries would normally be and I took a poop - a nasty, diarrhea poop - in his hamburger bun. I gave him the food and said,
“Have a nice day!” with a smile.
“You too, loser!”, Ronald responded back.
I saw him sit down and open his bag. The look on his face was priceless when he saw what was in there; he had a fear of mice so he yelled in complete, utter horror. As for the diarrhea? Yeah,he yelled even louder when he saw that.
I did get fired, but at least I got a bully back. And then I ended up getting an even superior job after that. A total win-win situation.
In like the third grade there was a bully who would torment everyone. He enjoyed inflicting physical pain to everyone. One day coming in from recess I saw him running to class in front of a bunch of people he picked on. I was returning a ball I had checked out and right then I had a sudden moment of clarity. Before I could fully think out the plan the ball had left my hands and a more perfect throw I have never managed since. The ball bounced right beside his next step and knocked one foot into the other. All the kids laughed and cheered, and the teacher who saw me do it didn’t say a word. Needless to say the kid never really picked on anyone again. If he tried everyone laughed at him.
When I was five, I was playing with my brother. Somehow, my fingernail caught onto his sock. Unfortunately, he jerked away and my fingernail was ripped right off. The worst part, it was my middle finger. So when I went to school and showed people my new injury, I’d only leave the middle finger exposed so they had a clear view of which finger I was talking about. Yep, I was flipping the bird without even knowing the meaning behind it. The whole day I got bullied from everyone that saw me flipping the bird. It wasn’t until the bus ride home that my sister explained it was a naughty thing to do.
When I was in the seventh grade I was sent to a private school. I come from a less fortunate family and was terrible at sports. These two things combined made me the target for many of the bullies. There was one particular bully (aptly named Bubba) that delighted in tormenting me each day, especially during physical education. After months of torment and a few scraps I decided enough was enough and planned my revenge. One day I took a few alka seltzers to school in my pocket. When p.e. rolled around and they were picking players for the teams I slipped the alka seltzers into my mouth. Bubba made a snide comment about me so I bent down and picked up a baseball bat. I then proceeded to chase him around the baseball diamond with the bat and while foaming at the mouth. The teacher came out and intervened and I was suspended for a week. When i returned Bubba would not even look my way, but come to think of it no one else did either. I spent the rest of the year bully free.
I had a bully in 4th grade. He was bigger than me and knew karate. Basically he’d force me to give him my lunch for a good 6 weeks straight.
After about 4 weeks of him eating my lunch, I told one of my friends about it and he had a brilliant idea…he would pick his nose and wipe the boogers in the sandwich, or we’d sprinkle a little bit of dirt on the sandwich.
I don’t know if the bully ever found out what we were doing, but eventually he just stopped eating my lunch and left me alone the rest of the year.
I wouldn’t say I was bullied but I was mugged when I was in Junior High School. I wasn’t beaten or anything but the kid asked for my money and I gave it to him. I later found him at the same High School I ended up going to so talk about weird… of course he didn’t remember me.
In grade school, Pokemon cards were a big deal. I had recently received a set of cards as a gift, and would often bring them to school for trading. One day, I made a trade for a rare card and was pretty excited about it. I kept the cards in my locker, but it didn’t have a lock. Anyway, this jerk stole the entire set, and I was told that the school couldn’t do anything about it.
Since that event, the thief has been arrested numerous times and was thrown out of high school, while I went on to graduate with honors and receive college scholarships.
Not entirely a story of bullying, but one of karma.