How many of you guys had to fight a bully and then the arguments were over in your younger years?
Talk about Daniel and the Lions I'll start my story off. In the 8th Grade I had a group of girls that would meet me after the last period of the day and everyday I would have a hand full of books because I didn't want to go back to my locker. About 5 girls wihich I had never made mad or in fact didn't know who they were would step on my shoes everyday and I would have to go to the corner of the hall, put my books down and and put my shoes back on and retie them. I'd wait till they were long gone down the hall before I headed out the closest door to run off to mama and get in the car. I didn't have any of my friends around during that last period to make the odds even either. This went on forever and one day I told mama and daddy I'm never going back to school. I think my mom went to the school to talk to the Principal and I guess he thought things would get old and they would leave me alone. It didn't so nope I wasn't ever going back to have to redo my shoes again with all those books. (Hey these girls were big and tall) so my dad called me into the living room one day and told me to empty my purse, it was yes sir yet I didn't know why. He told me to go get a brick and put it in my purse and thats it, so I did. You didn't buck what he had to say. I came back in the house with that brick put it in my purse and he said the next timethey step on my shoes, pull them on off and start swinging. Boy talking about someone who was scared, that scared me to death. I had to make up my mind who I was more afraid of, those big girls, the Principal or my dad. I decided it was dad. The girls met me again after waiting a while in that class ( thought they would gone) they weren't of course. The stepped on my shoes and I decided it's now or never. I pulled my shoes and socks off, laid my books down and went to swinging in this big circle and got everyone of them. I yelled like a person on a rollor coaster making contact with each one. They went and told on me because I'm sure that brick hurt pretty bad but the moral of that story was, I never had to face the Principal (because he knew what was happening) and the girls never ever stepped on my shoes again, and I didn't get in trouble with daddy for taking up for myself. I carried that brick another week just to make certain I didn't need it anymore, then after that week put my make up, pencils and things girls carry back into my purse. After the story got around no one ever stepped on my shoes again.
Talk about Daniel and the Lions I'll start my story off. In the 8th Grade I had a group of girls that would meet me after the last period of the day and everyday I would have a hand full of books because I didn't want to go back to my locker. About 5 girls wihich I had never made mad or in fact didn't know who they were would step on my shoes everyday and I would have to go to the corner of the hall, put my books down and and put my shoes back on and retie them. I'd wait till they were long gone down the hall before I headed out the closest door to run off to mama and get in the car. I didn't have any of my friends around during that last period to make the odds even either. This went on forever and one day I told mama and daddy I'm never going back to school. I think my mom went to the school to talk to the Principal and I guess he thought things would get old and they would leave me alone. It didn't so nope I wasn't ever going back to have to redo my shoes again with all those books. (Hey these girls were big and tall) so my dad called me into the living room one day and told me to empty my purse, it was yes sir yet I didn't know why. He told me to go get a brick and put it in my purse and thats it, so I did. You didn't buck what he had to say. I came back in the house with that brick put it in my purse and he said the next timethey step on my shoes, pull them on off and start swinging. Boy talking about someone who was scared, that scared me to death. I had to make up my mind who I was more afraid of, those big girls, the Principal or my dad. I decided it was dad. The girls met me again after waiting a while in that class ( thought they would gone) they weren't of course. The stepped on my shoes and I decided it's now or never. I pulled my shoes and socks off, laid my books down and went to swinging in this big circle and got everyone of them. I yelled like a person on a rollor coaster making contact with each one. They went and told on me because I'm sure that brick hurt pretty bad but the moral of that story was, I never had to face the Principal (because he knew what was happening) and the girls never ever stepped on my shoes again, and I didn't get in trouble with daddy for taking up for myself. I carried that brick another week just to make certain I didn't need it anymore, then after that week put my make up, pencils and things girls carry back into my purse. After the story got around no one ever stepped on my shoes again.