So after two years of torture, I finally snapped...

Two years of being pantsed, and shoved into lockers, and basically ridiculed at every turn, I came back to school to find I was no longer a target for Kyle Jacobs and his cronies. I had grown over the summer between my sophomore and junior years. Almost a whole foot, in fact. Kyle decided that it was no longer beneficial to pick on me when he had to look up at me to do it. That was the good part.

The bad part was that they'd found a new target. A nerdy little freshman named Sam, that when I looked at him, it was like looking at a mirror, two years prior. And they were enjoying their new plaything, as I walked the hall to my locker. I tried to ignore it, but I caught his eyes. Those eyes that bore right into me, and I stopped, and turned.

Kyle was about to shove him into a locker when he noticed me staring at him. He asked me if I needed anything. I told him I needed him to leave the kid alone. It went down hill from there. I'm not even sure what all was said between us, but by the time the teachers pulled me off him, his nose was broken and I'd busted my knuckles on his teeth.

Kyle Jacobs didn't pick on anyone after that, and no one picked on Sam again.