Accident_Pedo

It happened like this..

During 7th period (Our final period) he kept throwing paper at me and cutting his throat with his finger. I kept looking away from him and holding onto that knife in my pocket... We get up to leave, and I'm thinking to my self "This shit is crazy, i'd never actually do something like that, haha"

Then all of a sudden he turns around, talks some shit and before I even have the chance to say anything he kicks me VERY hard in the nuts, and punches me so hard that my tooth actually goes through my lip. At that time I'm pushed backwards on my best friend into a door, he pushes me up and says "Get him!"

I black out there, but after I come to I'm standing there with blood on the floor, lockers and knife screaming "You will never bully anyone else again, you're done" and I just kept saying "You're threw with this shit!" "You're Done!" over, and over.

There were 50 or so kids circled around us in the hallway after it was done.

Why? Every day imagine this feeling.

You arrive at school and head to the breakfast line to get some food. You are so nervous about the day already starting out terrible due to the Bully and his posse. But you're lucky today - no outbursts.

You get your food, and sit down with your best buddies. You start to take the first bite of your food, and before it even entering your mouth it's smacked out of your hands, and you're called a queer, faggot, retard, loser, waste. Every day it was different.

There was pain in gym class which i had to retake my senior year due to FEAR in my freshmen year of taking it.

I even was in this program called "Shop". It's where kids went to another facility on a bus to learn a trade. I had to use the same bus as him due to our last names being close. Alphabetical order (Even if i tried sneaking on the other bus i'd just get in trouble)

When the kid would get on, or off the bus i'd get physically slapped, punched or pushed along with tons of name calling that was just hurtful. I remember specifially these things they would make with soda bottles where they would let all the air out, twitch it up to an extreme amount, seal the bottle and launch the cap off VERY hard hitting me in the back of the head.

Now recap that from your 6th grade year up until your senior year, and yes I tried talking to councilers who had it written down that I'd receive some sort of help - but it seemed like nothing helped. I had told the crooked principle, dean and numerous teachers, and with the exception of a FEW teachers it just seemed like me saying anything just got myself into more trouble with them.

With what? A friends pocket knife

Did he live? Yes I stabbed him in the lower part of his neck, his shoulder, and his side.

My consequences? I was under house arrest a month, probation 6 months, 6 years of hell on earth and not being able to even attend my graduation.

Did he bully me again? Nope - never saw him again after that day.

No I would just bare through it if I could choose to do it again. I bared though it for almost 6 years, but in the end I just cracked.

I'm not one to say about other states, but in West Virginia - No I don't believe bullying is taken serious AT ALL! At least it wasn't when I was in school. I'm 23 now though, but I doubt things have changed.

Tears were in his eyes, lips were shaking along w/ his arms and legs, and he had this look in his eyes that I've never seen again.

Wilma Zigman - what a bitch. She acted like she knew like nothing was going on the ENTIRE time to save the BoE a few extra bucks.