I had this group of kids in my school that bullied me. It was really only one or two. There was a big guy, sort of bouncery-I'm-Gonna-Fuck-Your-Shit-Up guy, and a spiny guy that never washed and frequently stunk of alcohol. There was also this third kid that would grope other kids. We'll call them Big, Spiny, and Groper.

After a period of bad things that had happened(family member dying, pet dying, stuff like that), they decided it was a good situation to ambush me as I entered the classroom and pull my pants down. I shouted a lot of words that 14 year old me probably shouldn't have known, and pushed them the fuck off. I went to sit at my desk, and they probably thought that was that.

Well, as recess neared its end, I decided "I've had enough of this bullshit" and broke down. I got up, and picked up my chair, flinging it up front of the class(they weren't very heavy). I then walked up to Big, seated with his back to me.

Somehow channeling the power of Ahab finding Moby Dick and realising he has no harpoon, I began slamming my fists into this guys shoulders. We're not talking "lightly punching". This was turning-ÿour-flesh-into-atoms pounding. And I was a small guy, with no particular power.

This guy, this big bully that never showed any sign of emotions, began crying and screaming. His buddies stood back as they watched me exact my revenge on this Moby Dick. Apparently a teacher had heard the commotion, because they came in to see what it was all about. With a last shove, I beached the fucker on his table and ran out, past the teacher.

Apparently in my Viking bloodrage, I had decided I could fly. I left off the stairwell, flying down about eight steps before slamming face first into the opposite wall. This is where I wisely decided to cocoon up, initiating my own Concert of the Sorrows as emotions overwhelmed me.

Oddly, I didn't get in much trouble. I was emotionally fucked at the time, and the guy was a dickweed. No one dared do anything to me after that.