When I was in year 5 my friends and I were being bullied by a bigger kid with a larger crowd than us, they were seen as "the popular kids". Now my friends and I weren't outcast but these bullies liked to pick on us for reason I still don't know, they always called us fags or dickheads sometimes they would throw stuff at us, but we always just walked away. One day I asked my brother (who had more of a violent nature than I and was very family protective) how to stop them from bothering us because we were getting sick of it, he asked he if I wanted him to take care of him(which i declined) or next time when he crosses the line do something about it.

So few weeks later my friends were eating lunch together and chatting away, when the bully comes along and knocks the food out of my friends hand, like always we ignored him until he grabbed my friend by the back of his collar and pulled him off his seat onto the ground. I stood up and told him to piss off(as any friend should) the bully than laughed and literally spat in my face. All of a sudden I was just red with rage and punched him in the face as hard as I could, once he was on the floor I look up expecting his big group of friends to swarm me but they all looked shocked. The bully than got up and ran off, later that day i was called to the office for punching him, I told the principal what he has been doing to my friends and myself for the past few months but he denied everything and I was suspended for a week.

Few weeks after I came back, the bully and all his friends split off into their own little groups, and we were all set and haven't been bullied since the incident. The bully that I hit never looked at me straight again but I still felt like I had nothing but hate for him so whenever I walked past him I jumped at him just to make him flinch or reminded him what would happen if he tries to annoy us again. This went on until we left Primary School to move to High School the bully and I went to 2 different schools so that situation ended.

A year later(I was in year 8) my school was competing against his school in a Basketball Match. When I saw him I remembered all the bad things he did to my friends and I for so long, then I remembered i tormented him after I hit him thinking it was justified but it really wasnt, now because I've matured a little bit I went over to apologise to him about tormenting him throughout the end of year 5 and 6 and hitting him. He looked amazed by this and then apologised to me for teasing my friends and I, after that we chatted for a little bit and played a intense match against each other. I wouldn't call us friends but we forgave each other and that felt really good.

I honestly thought that bullying the bully was the perfect karma and justice but it really isn't if your feeling like you have nothing just tell somebody with power over the other person. I shared my story so you can find out what not to do because it just lead me to be a bad person.