Alright, I think I can put down this secret of mine I had back in 8th grade.
You could say a normal school day was just starting, but for me, not so much. The backstory of this incident happened actually in 7th grade, where I was pretty much constantly bullied throughout the year, even had my locker flipped once, which ultimately told me to just use my backpack as my actual locker, otherwise that shit would've kept happening. Now, to this day, I still don't know who flipped my locker, but I wasn't a happy camper, and this led to even more people bullying me.
You could argue that bullying in middle school happens alot. You'd be correct.
There was a girl, I won't say names, who was probably the more "popular" but dramatic piece of shit on this planet I knew. Now I never made fun of her in my life, I thought she was just neutral with me, as I really couldn't tell whether she was cool or not cool with me. Sure we had some random small talk, but it always ended with me just walking away from her. The only reason I walk away from her is because I had classes to go to, had to go to lunch, or just simply wanted to get out of school when the bells have rung.
But then this one time, where I was at lunch. Everything was perfectly normal from the start of it, people eating, and me just simply doing quantum physics (Ok, it was NOT quantum physics, it was more of just random pre-calculus, and at this time in 8th grade, I only had advanced pre-algebra, which is nothing to 11th or 12th graders doing calculus). Of course I was pretty damn bright, but I was always the shy one out of the class of this year, which meant that noone wanted to sit with me. I always wore a hoodie, and a year ago I told everyone a lot about me. Truth is, this is probably why in 9th and 10th grade noone really cared about me, or in 11th and 12th grade when everyone started to become very mature.
But back to the story, this girl, the same girl I mentioned earlier, walked up to me at the end of lunch. I was just walking out as the bell rang, and she had friends. My first instinct was "Oh, well, it's not like I wanted to live on this planet". But she didn't threw any punches yet, and at the time, I knew I probably shouldn't hit her.
She kept following me, picking on me, insulting me.
I told her to simply leave me alone, told her to pick on her own size. Now, for reference, this was an actual insult to her because she was about 7 inches shorter than me. And she knew it was an insult. So she fired back, but even worse, told me I was some fat blob who probably was gay. At that time, noone really knew I was gay, and I actually had a girlfriend at this time, but that's for another story. Everyone probably knew that I had a girlfriend, but for some reason a few believe that she was a guy. Obviously not, but people are idiots in middle school.
So this insulting spree went on, and I decided to end it, but how did I end it? I had this insult planned in my mind from the first one. It was somewhere in the back of my mind, before it ejected out of my skull. The insult you ask?
I insulted her mom. Classic.
With that, I got punched in the face. Now, for reference, when a weak girl punches you as hard as she can on your nose, you really won't feel it. She was weak as all hell, I didn't even cry, I just chuckled, and shrugged it away, letting her get away with it... for now. Now obviously, atleast 15 people, including 3 teachers saw this happen. I was asked if I was okay, to which my response was simply "She's weak, so it tickled me."
The girl we threw insults at each other, obviously heard it, and yelled over one last insult before laughing, walking away.
At the end of the day, I was called down to the office. I knew what was going to happen, so I obviously took blame, and walked down to the office, casually, a laugh in my mind. Now, I was definitely in the wrong for insulting someone harshly like that, but I did explain that if I had hit punch her back, she would either regret it, or we would've ended up getting in trouble. And she was in the same room as I was in this office with the principal. We explained each other that what we did was obviously stupid, but we had to get punished for it. Even I told her that if I would've thrown back a punch, we probably wouldn't graduate from this school.
She agreed.
Our punishments?
She got three days of in-school suspension, or ISS.
Me? One day.
Had I thrown a fist at her face, it would have taken me to juvenile school, and I would've gotten in much more trouble than anyone who got out of school suspension in high school.
Moral of the story? Don't try to insult the shy guy, he's got ammo to fire back.