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That "smack 'em" advice really can work for bullies sometimes, though.
The worst girl bully I had--who still didn't compare with the boys, but who was very mean anyway--I lashed out at her once. She found the note I had written to my crush. Before lunch, I had tucked it into his social studies book. It was on a white paper with little lavendar butterflies all over it, and I had tied it up in a white ribbon. When I came back from lunch, T and her henchwoman B were reading it. Reading it and laughing at me.
I thought at the time that it just must have fallen out of my crush's book and that one of them picked it up. I feel pretty sure now that he gave it to them. Anyway, I don't remember ever feeling my rage before then. I fantasized about killing one of the boys who teased me, but I didn't ever *feel* the rage before.
But when she was holding my love note, laughing at me--I just stopped thinking. I moved from one side of the room to the other in a flash. I didn't even know what I was doing but I had her mouth open and I was shoving that fucking note into her throat, the ribbon dangling from her lips, and I was shouting, "If you like it so much, you can eat it!"
That was in the 7th grade.
I still remember with a bit of glee how shocked she was. How she sort of laughed and coughed at the same time, not knowing what to do and a little embarrassed as she walked over to the trashcan to let the spitty paper fall out of her mouth.
She didn't tease me quite as much after that. |
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