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motun_rayo:
LolI can't imagine having to live life with a beating always around the corner but sadly enough there are many schools that this sort of bullying happens to

yeah I just felt I had to speak on it though I haven't experienced all the things I wrote first hand.

LadyT:
ROTFLMAO@Stephen that was so funny yet so sad I felt for you.  Nothing sweeter than revenge 

Hey Sisikill glad you like the thread!

don't let it die people

So true. By the way, I'm waiting on yours.

Sisikill:
Jeebus!!!

I stumbled on this thread late last night and couldn't stop reading. . . it was that good.

My God! We've got so many wonderful writers here, it makes me all goose bumpy.

Thanks for sharing, it all made for a nice read.

I'm happy you like it. Please don't be afraid to contribute. I know you are a very good writer.

Anger

“Give me all your food!” He yelled at me and my roommates. This was the fourth night in a row a damned senior had come into our room to “obtain” us. We constantly reported to the school administrators but they said they wanted solid evidence as if the finger and belt prints on our chests and back, our cut lips and swollen faces on those of us who did not submit themselves were not enough. We knew they were afraid to punish the seniors because of what they might do. But who wasn’t? It seemed like we would rather do as they wished than fight for what is rightfully ours, yet no matter how hard we try, we just cannot do enough to please them instead it only became worse. For example, 3 nights ago I was woken up by a senior at about 2 am and he wanted me to wash his clothes (boxers included) and make sure they were dry before breakfast time, 7 am. I unconsciously thought out loud, “How the hell am I supposed to do this at night? There is no freakin’ sun!” and I got three hard slaps across the face. I saw his lips moving but I could not hear a word of what he was saying; all I could hear was what seemed like static and that is the last I remember because I blacked out.

Now this bastard has come to make sure we die of hunger again tonight. I would have felt a lot better if they actually ate the food they took from us rather than throw it away or leave it out to rot like they did. I saw him go from locker to locker collecting food and any other thing that he fancied while the owner of the locker just stood beside him…watching…looking like he did not know that he was being robbed. The closer he got to my locker, the faster my heart beat. Even though I had been through this many times before, every time felt like the first time except now I was angry. Angry that none of the seniors could control themselves and treat us like their brothers not slaves, that the fucking school will not listen to us and come to our aid, that my parents brought me to this fucking school in fact this bleeped up country to suffer when I wanted to stay with them and the rest of my family in the US. But now was not yet the time to get angry so I calmed down and put my camera in the pockets of my boxers that I had recently sewn in Home Economics class and walked up past the senior to a boy who had already been obtained and passed the camera to him and told him the signal.

Eventually, the senior got to me and said, “Oya comot all the food for your locker.” “No” I replied and looked at him defiantly in the eyes. He looked at me and backed up, “O boy, se you dey craze? My own slap no go be like that other senior’s own o, if I wooze you, you go land ICU fast fast. Now move!” “No,” I yelled walking closer to him, “you are going to have to either push and/or beat me first.” He dropped all the food and was about to hit me then there was a flash. He froze and turned his head to the side and saw the boy holding my camera and turned back at me and I smiled. I grabbed the camera and pulled out the memory stick. I yelled for someone to lock both exits, then, I pulled out my belt and to join me in beating him with no reservations. He begged so helplessly that one would think we were the evil ones but we know his pride would not let him report us. Ain’t so tough now, huh?

I printed out the picture and sent it to the principal. The senior ratted out the other bullying seniors and they all got suspended for a semester. I guess you can have your cake and eat it.

So much emotion . . . I like, I like.