Revenge Stories When People Get Way Too Personal

One of the reasons I loved sports so much was that I had a mild speech impediment, I had a tendency to slur my words if I did not speak carefully. Naturally, I was an easy target for bullies, especially in the 90s, when school was doing their level best to end physical bullying, in essence punishing me harder if I ever retaliated physically for the daily verbal torment I received.

Entering my senior year and failing to make the High School team for the fourth and final time, I walked into my Junior Gold Locker room to find an annoyance I knew. We will call him A for the time being. He was two years younger and was a scrawny little jerk who liked to harass people verbally.

I mostly ignored him, I had moved to the area the year before I started High School, so I did not have the friends the other kids grew up with, and unfortunately, this was the type of community that would freeze out people they did not grow up with.

A was the kind of person who would target isolated people, he would not dare go after people with their friends. Since I spent my time mostly alone he would try to harass me, but the obvious difference in size (at my senior year I was 6’3, and 250 lbs of muscle from Football, Ice Hockey, Track and Field (shot put), and summers spent in the weight room) and the fact I pointedly ignored him didn’t give him much.

While I ignored him I did pay attention to what he did to others, in addition to harassing people of both genders verbally, he was also handsy, and more than once had been slapped by girls. He was also inextricably able to get himself out of trouble like that which should have gotten him suspended or expelled multiple times.