My worst bully finally made me snap in middle school. I came up to him in the hall and smashed his head into his locker and hit him til the teacher pulled us apart. The next week he came to my house to “make peace and be friends” as soon as we got out of earshot of my mom his cronies jumped me and held me down while he put a .22 bullet in each of my feet from a critter rifle. (Up until this I was a promising cross country runner. I healed, but never got back into it.) They went to juvie and I got meaner. I didn’t trust anyone else for the rest of school.

We actually became friends, sort of.

My parents were called into school and the principle told them that he is proud of me and that they shouldn't punish me even though I had beaten another kid with a cricket bat.