I have a hell of short temper, and when I'm angry or determined, I don't take shit from anyone.
During a really hot day in 6th grade, my friend, who has heavy asthma, fell to the ground, panting. I saw and went over to help him up, and called for help. Instead of teachers coming, every knuckled head 6th grader crowded around him as close as possible, and didn't seem to understand me saying, "Back up, he can't breathe!".
One guy, who I still cannot stand to this day, decided to mock me in a voice already higher than his. I was determined to get my friend help, and here was this guy trying to be funny and smug. I don't remember it personally, but many friends have recounted the event to me. According to them, I got up from my friend's side, glared at the guy, and pounced at him before he could blink. The kid ran like fuck; he was one of the fastest kids in the class, and I was one of the slowest. Not that day. I caught up to him within 5 seconds, jumped on his back and told him to, according to my friends, "Learn your fucking place, and show some fucking respect!".
Do I regret it? Not really, because it sort of taught the twat a lesson. He never bothered me again. But it made me seem like an angry nutcase to my peers, and many of them still see me that way. I only feel bad because I later found out that I pushed a girl who tried to calm me down with ease and ended up bruising her badly. I spent weeks apologizing and doing anything she asked.
During a really hot day in 6th grade, my friend, who has heavy asthma, fell to the ground, panting. I saw and went over to help him up, and called for help. Instead of teachers coming, every knuckled head 6th grader crowded around him as close as possible, and didn't seem to understand me saying, "Back up, he can't breathe!".
One guy, who I still cannot stand to this day, decided to mock me in a voice already higher than his. I was determined to get my friend help, and here was this guy trying to be funny and smug. I don't remember it personally, but many friends have recounted the event to me. According to them, I got up from my friend's side, glared at the guy, and pounced at him before he could blink. The kid ran like fuck; he was one of the fastest kids in the class, and I was one of the slowest. Not that day. I caught up to him within 5 seconds, jumped on his back and told him to, according to my friends, "Learn your fucking place, and show some fucking respect!".
Do I regret it? Not really, because it sort of taught the twat a lesson. He never bothered me again. But it made me seem like an angry nutcase to my peers, and many of them still see me that way. I only feel bad because I later found out that I pushed a girl who tried to calm me down with ease and ended up bruising her badly. I spent weeks apologizing and doing anything she asked.