Bullies
My first memories of school are of being bullied. I was never popular. I was never cool. I was always just some stupid kid, some stupid tool. I was always on the outside. The kids who did this to me-I doubt they even remember. It doesn't matter to them, and it's not exactly something you bring up. From 2nd grade until 8th grade though, my life was a living hell. Elementary school was painful. When my mom used to drop me off at school, I was always afraid that she wouldn't drive off soon enough. I wanted her out of there, because every single morning when I got to school, all of the "popular" kids would play a little game of rough Rory up. They'd push me around, tease me, give me crap. All in good fun right? Of course it wasn't. But I tried to convince myself it was. These were my friends after all. Well, they were the closest thing I had to em. I realize now how few friends I really had. But I didnt want to face that reality. I was just a loser.
So Junior High comes along, and I'm determined to be different. But all I do is try harder to fit in. ANd the harder I try, the more crap I get. 7th grade was the first time I really found a group of friends though. Tommy Allen saved my life. Tommy and I, along with Elliot, Kevin, and Chris, were a tight little group in 7th grade. They probably saved my life. I was an unhappy kid.
In 8th grade, I finnally started to make some real good friends. Kylee and I reconected, Claire and I got tight, Jonny and I started hanging out. I met Liz Mechael. I had friends, real friends, not just fake ones. But this year, the year I actually had someone to talk to, someone to cry to, was the worst year for bullying in my life.
for my 13th birthday, I got a cellphone, some gift cards, and my own personal Hate Group. Literally, there was a group of people whos near entire existence was spent making my life a living hell. The originator and ringleader of this group has since moved away. His name was Kyle Rockey. ( or Rocky, i cant remeber, and quite frankly, dont care)
Now, Kyle really, really hated me. For awhile, he was content with keeping it to mean words, cold stares, and the occasional public belittlement. But pretty soon he grew tired of this. he started to rough me up at wrestling practice. He would make loud comments about me in class. He would send me notes, tell me to die. As I walked through the hall, at least twice a day, I'd find myself on the ground. Why? because Kyle came out of nowhwere and smashed through me.
Pretty soon though, even this was not enough. And he started recruiting. His first, and most avid recruit was Ted Ramsey. Yes, the Ted Ramsey so many love, Ted the christian, gave me scars so deep that they will never, EVER go away. Ted Ramsey, Kyle Rockey, and Jonny Urstadt. They ruled my life. feet came out of nowhere in the hall, tripping me. More notes, more names, more hell.
Finnally one day, while waiting for the bus to go to a wrestling match, I wa cornered. It was kyle and ted, that I remeber. I belive Ryan Shepherd was there, as well as a number of other kids. Most of them ther ejust to watch, others with mroe sinister reasons. They swarmed in. Hurling names, throwing whatever nasty thing they could think of at me. Suddenly, I saw a shadow rush at me from behind. I felt someone slam into my back. I quickly turneed around. Ted Ramsey had taken a swing. At me. From Behind. I still cant belive he was that cowardly.
So I took him on. And I beat the shit out of him. I popped him once or twice, then tackled him to the ground. Pinning his arms underneath knees, I grabbed a fistful of dirt. Even now, even after all this, I didnt want to hurt him, I just wanted him to stop hurting me. "WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP ABOUT ME? ARE YOU EVER GOING TO SAY ANYTHING TO ME AGAIN? ARE YOU EVER GOING TO TALK TO ME AGAIN?"
"FAG!"
that did it. I slammed the dirt into his face, and just started swinging. He was totally pinned as i rained punch after punch at him. I was quickly pulled off, hoping that would be the end of THAT forever.
But it wasnt. It continued all trhough 8th grade. Kyle moved away, that thing died out. SInce then, I've pretty much been left alone. The world will alwyas have its John Dulongs, but for a long time now, I have left them alone, as they have I. But I will never forget.
I thought my days dealing with this crap were over, until today. But it wasnt a student, it was a teacher. I don't have any idea what to do. But I havent felt this horrible since my 8th grade Hate Club was in its prime.
So Junior High comes along, and I'm determined to be different. But all I do is try harder to fit in. ANd the harder I try, the more crap I get. 7th grade was the first time I really found a group of friends though. Tommy Allen saved my life. Tommy and I, along with Elliot, Kevin, and Chris, were a tight little group in 7th grade. They probably saved my life. I was an unhappy kid.
In 8th grade, I finnally started to make some real good friends. Kylee and I reconected, Claire and I got tight, Jonny and I started hanging out. I met Liz Mechael. I had friends, real friends, not just fake ones. But this year, the year I actually had someone to talk to, someone to cry to, was the worst year for bullying in my life.
for my 13th birthday, I got a cellphone, some gift cards, and my own personal Hate Group. Literally, there was a group of people whos near entire existence was spent making my life a living hell. The originator and ringleader of this group has since moved away. His name was Kyle Rockey. ( or Rocky, i cant remeber, and quite frankly, dont care)
Now, Kyle really, really hated me. For awhile, he was content with keeping it to mean words, cold stares, and the occasional public belittlement. But pretty soon he grew tired of this. he started to rough me up at wrestling practice. He would make loud comments about me in class. He would send me notes, tell me to die. As I walked through the hall, at least twice a day, I'd find myself on the ground. Why? because Kyle came out of nowhwere and smashed through me.
Pretty soon though, even this was not enough. And he started recruiting. His first, and most avid recruit was Ted Ramsey. Yes, the Ted Ramsey so many love, Ted the christian, gave me scars so deep that they will never, EVER go away. Ted Ramsey, Kyle Rockey, and Jonny Urstadt. They ruled my life. feet came out of nowhere in the hall, tripping me. More notes, more names, more hell.
Finnally one day, while waiting for the bus to go to a wrestling match, I wa cornered. It was kyle and ted, that I remeber. I belive Ryan Shepherd was there, as well as a number of other kids. Most of them ther ejust to watch, others with mroe sinister reasons. They swarmed in. Hurling names, throwing whatever nasty thing they could think of at me. Suddenly, I saw a shadow rush at me from behind. I felt someone slam into my back. I quickly turneed around. Ted Ramsey had taken a swing. At me. From Behind. I still cant belive he was that cowardly.
So I took him on. And I beat the shit out of him. I popped him once or twice, then tackled him to the ground. Pinning his arms underneath knees, I grabbed a fistful of dirt. Even now, even after all this, I didnt want to hurt him, I just wanted him to stop hurting me. "WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP ABOUT ME? ARE YOU EVER GOING TO SAY ANYTHING TO ME AGAIN? ARE YOU EVER GOING TO TALK TO ME AGAIN?"
"FAG!"
that did it. I slammed the dirt into his face, and just started swinging. He was totally pinned as i rained punch after punch at him. I was quickly pulled off, hoping that would be the end of THAT forever.
But it wasnt. It continued all trhough 8th grade. Kyle moved away, that thing died out. SInce then, I've pretty much been left alone. The world will alwyas have its John Dulongs, but for a long time now, I have left them alone, as they have I. But I will never forget.
I thought my days dealing with this crap were over, until today. But it wasnt a student, it was a teacher. I don't have any idea what to do. But I havent felt this horrible since my 8th grade Hate Club was in its prime.