I was bullied from 7th grade and up. I was overweight (fat) long very blonde hair, smart. and a JW. I was horrible in gym class. OMG did I get it in gym class. I hated that class. When I took a shower, I would have to hold on to my towel. Or it would disappear. etc................. I went to a mostly black neighborhood school. I couldn't walk down the hall, without my hair being pulled or yanked!! Going to my locker was no picnic. Having it slammed at least a couple of times on me, at each visit was the norm. I hated going to school. I didn't talk to my parents, as they would just ask what I did to them, to make the bullies do something to me. Good little JW's.
Sorry. To my real story. 9th grade. Mid December. One of the biggest baddest female bullies was headed towards me as I walked home. I was looking around for a place to run. My heart was beating faster. I knew I was fixing to get it. Nobody around. She was getting closer, mean look on her face.
When she was about 4 feet from me, we were both slowed down, I smiled real big and said Merry Christmas!!!!! You should have seen the look on her face. She said it back to me, and walked on. I lived. She was still a bully after that, but less of one. HL