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true story, there were always a few bullies around, that's just nature, but the one who messed with me the most was a girl. she was one mean muthah, and her bullying wasn't physical at all, all mental. insults, with a sexual innuendo added for flavor. i let her get away with it, cause i'd been raised with this notion of chivalry toward the weaker sex.
and this girl knew it, and took full advantage of it. she even had her boyfriends mess with me too, which was always pointless, cause i'd already been through my 'facing the bully' stage. but the girl was relentless and her insults really hurt for some reason.
she was popular, but with the fast crowd, and known to be wild and crazy, and cute as hell. i endured her abuse for about a year, til she finally tired of it i guess. i never reacted to any of it, in any way, wouldn't give her the satisfaction, but it really did get to me, mentally.
but i like girls, and she was a weird case, and i forgive all highschool jerks, cause we were all kids. but boy, girls can make really good bullies when they want to.
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