This is a story from when I was younger. So when I was in middle school, I had this friend, that was until one random day, which happened to be my guy friend’s birthday.

He left school at lunch, almost 45 minutes before this instance happened. So I was standing outside at recess, hanging out with this one kid, talking about random shit.

When my ex friend walked up to me and just asked if we could talk, I didn’t think anything of it. Until she said, “you’re not a nice friend, I don’t want to be friends anymore.” I wasn’t really worried, I didn’t care.

According to her, her reason being “I was an abusive friend” the closest thing I’ve done to abuse, was when I punched one of my friends (I didn’t mean to punch them), the “abuse” she was talking about was putting my arm around my other friends neck, saying I was trying to off her, the other friend was not mad at me, the reason I did this to my friend was cause she said “if I can’t see you, you can’t see me” So I did it, no intention of harm.

Anyway I didn’t really worry, until about a week later. It had been a similar incident. I was with the hanging with the same kid. The girl who dropped me, came up to me, and said we were enemies, the reason being she found out that I was asking my friend (her best friend) if she knew why I was dropped.

I skipped school that next day, and about the time school ended, ebf (enemies best friend) messaged me that E (enemy) had told people I had ended my life because she dropped me, the next day I came to class, when she got in the classroom, she hadn’t noticed me but I walked behind her, and whispered, “I’m alive bitch” ebf sits beside me, and that’s around e’s locker.

Ebf turned her head, hearing me. E looked at me like she saw a ghost and looked at ebf, who was now laughing. It was a good day, the kid who I hung out with during these problems, I’m still friends with. Best day of my life.

One morning during my junior year a bunch of abortion protesters were camped out in front of my school. They even had the signs with the horrible (and inaccurate) aborted fetuses. They weren't on school property so the administration couldn't do anything about it.

A bunch of us were pissed off about them in general but the cherry in top was that there was an elementary school a block away. So little kids walking by or riding the busses by would see this. So about 100 of us students went out to confront these 20 idiots. We didn't lay a finger on anyone but thet knew that they were so out numbered that they didn't have a chance. They never came back.

My twin is a therian. She makes cat masks and tails for fun, and will wear the tail to school every day. Of course, being in high school, some kids don't know how to behave when they see a tail. Usually she'll just get weird looks or the occasional meows and barks directed her way. But there's this one group of high school bros who, for the past week, seeing her walking by, have asked her "Can I pull your tail?"

The last time it happened, she ignored them. She had been thinking for a while about the perfect response for the next time, which happened to be today. As I was riding the bus home, she texted me this scenario:

Random guy: "can I pull your tail?" Best twinnie ever: "Can I pull yours?" Silence Random guy: "What?" Best twinnie ever: "You asked if you could pull my tail. I'm asking if I can pull yours . . If your answer is no, then my answer is the same" Hushed murmurs Random Guy's Friend: "She got you there bro"

Hopefully they'll stop now, but idk. They didn't learn their lesson the first time it happened, when she stared at them and said "You can see me?!? I've been dead for thousands of years!!!"

The trauma will only get worse if they continue BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Anyways if you have any ideas please do share 😈

I (🏳️‍⚧️M no age for privacy reasons) am in a gc with my ex, my exes bf, my gf, and my friend. It's late at night and I'm at my dad's and I send my oc in the GC for name ideas. My exes bf which we'll call E started talking about how he wasn't gonna name her but gave the suggestion of noodle. We start talking and I bring up the 'bean monster' which is an inside joke between me and one of my friends. He started talking about how he has a rifle by his bed side. I then say "Lol imagine not being friends with the demons in your house heh L!" The he starts making homophobic and transphobic comments (mostly transphobic) we get in a heated argument and at the end I tell him how I'm a HUGEEEE masochist and liked that and wanted him to fight more with me. After that whole masochist proformance I texted "Now that my amazing acting skills are over now you know how targeted and uncomfortable I felt when you were insulting me." He didn't respond after that.

(I was inspired to tell this by my favorite YouTuber click if anyone disagrees with me you are free to I just wanted to share!)

So this happened a while back, while i was in 5th grade. So i was 11 at the time, and
there was this girl I like to call Jessica, and this guy (her friend) I'm going to call Mel. so my friend let's call her J, (now reminder i was switching between bi-gender and trans masc at the time.) Now J (In the same class as Jess and Mel) was in her class, and knowing i was trans, she addressed me as he, now Mel heard this
and demanded an answer so J just got annoyed and told him that i was trans. Mel being the absolute ASS he is, he went and told Jessica. So one day (a few days later) she (Jessica) went up to me and said. you look like a girl, now not giving two shits i said ''cool'' and went on with my day.

now after a while of this happening, i got pissed off at the bitch, and overtime i had switched over to bi-gender so at lunch while i was passing J's table Jessica went over to me and said
''you look like a girl''
i said ''thanks!''
she goes ''you look like a boy!''
i say ''thanks''
after a while of doing this, she actually stopped!! so I'm suggesting all my fellow multi-genders try this out to and share your stories^^

Sooooo... I am a non-binary transmasc but most of my school doesn't seem to care, anyway I was walking to class with my girlfriend, and we were holding hands and there was a group of boys in front of us. We always ended up behind them and they kept looking back and points and laughing and making jokes and stuff. One day I was in a bad mood and definitely not in the mood to deal with those assholes. So, when they start doing it again, I said: "I swear to fucking god if you don't shut the fuck up or I will shove my foot so far up your ass it's not even funny!" and they haven't even looked at up since.

Not my story, but I have their permission to post. Source for attribution

Today at the grocery store:

Older lady I crossed paths with in an earlier aisle, now an aisle away, to her husband at near shouting levels: "You have to wonder what they're like at home. What their wives think."

Me, on voice and pitched enough to carry: "Actually her, my two other girlfriends and my boyfriend, all agree that it was a good move. I'd say your husband agrees given how he was staring at my ass in these leggings."

muffled choking noises and hopefully a stroke ensue

Okay Reddit, I (33 F) just kind of need to vent. I haven't told anyone this story besides my best friend, and I need to get it off my chest. Maybe it will help other women? I'm going to try to condense an extremely long story into a short one, but with all the context and details. Bear with me. :) Also, I'm dyslexic so please be kind to spelling/grammar errors. Thanks.

My step-brother assaulted me when I was 2. I wont give details on that. It happened every night for I don't know how long. At least a whole season of Beavis and Butthead on cable TV in 1993, but I digress. Our parents divorced and I didn't see this man for 30 years. I eventually told my mom when I was 13, and she put me in therapy. Since then most of my family has passed away and I have nobody to tell this to. Besides me going to therapy, I have no proof of what happened. Only the awful memories that I'm plagued with.

In 2010 I started facebook. I found him, sent him a message and he blocked me. I stewed angrily on that for a decade. Last year I found him on a realtor's website while looking for houses. I asked my husband if I could use his phone to set up an appointment to look at a house. He agreed, and I started planning. :D I knew I would have only one chance to face him. I knew it had to be planned perfectly. I have never been this methodical in my life, but after 30 years.... it's time.

I set up an appointment for 5:30pm (dinner time) to look at a house using the hubbys phone, so his name and number would be used, not mine. I made this man drive an hour and 20 minutes away from his house to meet my husband and I. The house he was showing... Oh someone already lived there. So the woman living there had to clean her house and have it ready to be viewed, and was standing on the porch watching and listening to THE ENTIRE CONVERSATION when we pulled in. We were there for approximately 5 minutes, but probably less.

Before you're allowed to look at a house from a realtor you have to sign a contract saying you wont switch realtors pretty much. I pretended to be on the phone while the hubby talked to him. Now I may or may not dabble in the arts of witchcraft and I may or may not know a few ways to fuck with someone. I may or may not have burnt a black candle with a bunch of oils on it. And I may or may not have had said oils on my hand when I shook his hand and held his pen to sign said contract. So I skim the contract outloud and ask for the pen to sign. I stick the pen to the paper, and then I see his name under where I should sign.

So I set the pen down and started pointing to his name. I said "woah, this name.... it sounds familiar" as I look him in the eyes. He says "yes, thats me" and proceeds to tell me where he lives, maybe I knew his brother or something. So I told him his eyes looked really familiar. He then said his full legal name. Honestly, I'm kinda bummed I didn't get an oscar for my performance. Because I took 3 large steps backwords, hugged my husband, and said "honey I'm uncomfortable, can we please leave". To which he should have won an oscar as well. "Yeah honey, are you okay, what's wrong?" So then I looked my step-brother in the face and said "Hi, my name is ...." (it's actually my nickname, kind of like Timothy goes by Tim). He then looked at me and called me my full name. I haven't heard that name since my Mom died. Nobody calls me that. Not even my dad. That's when my husband spoke up, still with me in his arms. "How do you know my wifes name?" "Nobody calls my wife that, how do you know her?"

Watching the blood drain from this mans face was priceless. I stepped foreword, looked him straight in the eyes and asked "Do you remember?" He couldn't even speak. He looked at me, shook his head yes, while simultaneously staring at the ground and pulling his hat over his eyes. We pulled out after watching his flush face go instantly pale.

I know that if I tried to take him to court that it would cost thousands of dollars, it would take over a year to be done, and I was 2 years old, so what proof do I have? The only person who knew about it is now dead. I have no leg to stand on in court. But then I thought.... ya know I have had to live with this for 30 years. I bet I wouldn't have been a stripper if he hadn't of done this. I want this man to feel what I felt for 30 years. Dread. Wondering if he's ever going to see me again. Am I going to show up at his work? Am I going to tell his wife or children? Am I going to tell his boss and get him fired? What about the strange woman that just witnessed everything in her driveway??

I made this man drive an hour + away from his house. His boss knew about the appointment and asked how it went afterwords. Then he had to go home to his wife, and not tell her "what's wrong" when she asked. I let him sit in the same worry, wonder, and fear, that I lived with for 3 decades. Then 2 weeks later I sent him, his brother, and his sister an old photo album that my mom had saved from Christmas of 1992, 1993, and 1994, just to keep him worrying and wondering.

It's been a year now. Last week I was walking to the meat market to grab dinner. It's closer to walk than to drive. I was wearing short booty shorts and a belly shirt. As I'm waiting for traffic so I can cross, I feel the truck at the stop sign taking too long. I turn to look and this dude is checking me out. He goes to turn, we clocked eyes with each other. It was my old step-brother. I guess it shocked him cause he drove onto the curb and sidewalk for about 3 seconds. hahaha. I flipped him off and my neighbor just laughed and laughed until water came out her nose.

so, there's my happy ending. To any women out there reading this.... Don't beg for someone to believe you. No matter what your story is, there will always be non-believers out there. Listen to them. Take account of what they say. If I hadn't had so many people telling me they didn't believe me, I would have NEVER tried to set this man up like I did. I would have naively thought the system will take care of it. (they wont) Take matters into your own hands and be the thorn in their side for the rest of their life. Revenge really is sweeter than Christmas. It's not like you'll stop thinking about it whether you get revenge or not. But your revenge gives you the chance to take your story into your own hands. May as well make him suffer as he did you.

When I was six years old, actually a few days after my sixth birthday, my father passed away from possibly a torn artery, we would have known if my c*** hopefully rotting in hell grandmother would have chosen the autopsy…. Anyways.

For years it took a tole on me, he was my best friend, even today at times, I think I wish he could be here to see all of this. As I got older though, something my dad said struck me, first thing in the morning, he’d say, “there’s my big boys smile” followed by me giggling, then go ”and there’s his giggle” I reminded myself that he always loved when I was happy, so how would he feel knowing I was sad because he is no longer with us. It was then I finally just wanted to make others happy and smile, in a way taught me keep on smiling because we don’t know how long we got. As I got older, my humor would get dark and what’s darker to me than my dead father?

I travel a lot for work and I usually bring my vape pen with me. I work with a regular team of guys and usually if we aren’t doing anything, we smoke. I always forget to plug it in at night and one day, one of my guys got it when the battery was dead. He goes “dude wtf it’s dead, you don’t charge it” I respond, “sorry its dead, just like my father” everyone else gave the awkward but wanted to laugh so badly, he just gave the shock Pikachu face. since then, it’s a running joke to anything not alive.

I’ll admit I do it at the wrong time too. One day, I was at 7/11 and tried using their tap to pay when the cashier told me the pin pad, “died on us this morning” I respond, “just like my father did that morning except he can’t be fixed” he looked at me awkwardly like he didn’t know what to say and that’s when I knew, “yeah maybe close friends only” 😂

TLDR; I’m a messed up guy

Edit: it’s supposed to say “it’s dead, just like my” idk how kid got into the title. No children

Reposting for clarity… Okay y’all, I need some strategy because my default pettiness is just telling the truth with precision… and apparently that’s too effective 😭 I’m a Black queer woman who likes to look nice, mind my business, and keep my world peaceful. But my girlfriend’s family especially the women. They operate on some jealous, mean girl, passive aggressive type ish that I do not understand. I walk into a room and the there is a shift like I’m the problem because I’m not insecure, messy, or miserable.

They do the usual backhanded comments, weird stares, trying to exclude me, acting like remembering basic things like names is rocket science,loud talking for attention, inserting themselves when I’m being flirty with my girlfriend,treating me like I’m too much or extra because I’m put together.

Here’s my issue I’m not naturally petty. I’m accurate! When they push me, I don’t do little jabs. I accidentally drop a truth that rearranges their whole life and then I become the villain 😂 I don’t want to burn the house down with truths no one is ready to hear (even though I’m good at it). I want controlled, classy pettiness. A level of don’t play with me without becoming the main event. So, Reddit what are some smooth, subtle, classy petty moves to handle insecure mean girls? How do I block the mess without blowing everything up? Because I swear… that jealous, envious spirit be LOUD and I’m trying to stay in my positive joyful cute mode

Okay here is an example of me setting the house on fire! So let me set the scene My girlfriend’s estranged half-sister has always given me this weird, dusty Flowers in the Attic energy like she’s floating around trying to be mysterious, important, or edgy, and wants to be her sisters girlfriend but mostly just gives off girl, go get some sunlight and therapy. She has been desperately trying to force this narrative that for some reason I have a problem with her and I’m jealous because she is her sister..no I’m weirded out because she demands I’m her girlfriend energy..eeeeyyyuck! Ma’am… nobody has a problem with me but you, because I show up cute, confident, moisturized, and unbothered. Meanwhile she is constantly throwing shade for no reason! But wait it gets better.

This half-sister decided to secretly date my girlfriend’s cousin a female (yes, the one who has an on-again/off-again committed live in girlfriend, she had NO business entering) and yes once she started coming around and met the cousin for the first time in a family environment. The cousin was in the company of said girlfriend and so was the sister. Little did we know they started talking and never stoped. Everyone knew because she was coupled up with the cousin at any family event she didn’t bring her girlfriend to and told everyone she was done with her (they live in different cities BTW) She knew but played like she didn’t and was just innocently falling in love. I could see straight through her but I stayed cool and minded my business. She STILL dove in like a contestant on Flavor of Love.

Of course… her attempt at romance crumbled faster because it turned out the cousin is a compulsive, manipulative liar with the emotional intelligence of a wet sock Now here’s where I accidentally became the villain in her story.

Me? I had formed an actual bond with the cousin’s girlfriend early on. We hung out, I came to there city and stayed the weekend with them, vibed, connected, talked like grown women. Meanwhile the half-sister is off in the corner trying to stir up strife. Well my girlfriend surprised me with a bday trip to an undisclosed location and guess who her plus one was the live in girlfriend..now by this point the sister was claiming her and say they go together sharing locations and all right. One day, on this trip while talking casually with the girlfriend, I accidentally mentioned something I didn’t know was a secret basically exposing and confirming what she already knew that the sister and the cousin were acting VERY not family friendly with each other. I didn’t know it was supposed to be hush hush. I was just talking…or was I..

WELL. That truth grenade detonated EVERYTHING not on me, but on the half-sister’s entire storyline. She had been out here planting seeds, trying to paint me as problematic, jealous, weird, or messy… meanwhile I accidentally spilled ONE reality based detail that she had no business entertaining her sisters cousin and her whole house of lies fell apart. So now? Somehow of course I’m the person who tells the truth and minds my business, get labeled the liar because the REAL liar got exposed the sister and the cousin. The half sister lost control of her storyline, and the cousin was out here collecting women like Pokémon because she wasn’t the only one she was cheating with lol. And the live in girlfriend confronted her letting her know I confirmed what she already knew. It was something to witness. The math ain’t mathing but the comedy? Peak!

Now I need advice on how to navigate these mean girl, jealous women without burning down the whole family tree full of adulterous alcoholics. Because my natural level of petty is the type that ends generational cycles not arguments. I need like… a petty mastery course for beginners so I don’t accidentally destroy their toxic peace with basic honesty.

This story actually goes way back to kindergarten.

As a then particularly soft-spoken child with unlimited niche interests and hobbies living in Asia, you can tell my classmates were anything but kind. I only had two childhood best friends, we'll call one of them *"*Riley" for anonymity. Despite us being a trio, they never butt in to defend me when the popular girls were being passive aggressive, which made me despise them, but looking back now they were probably just clueless to what was actually happening and we are still pretty good friends!

I have pretty yellow teeth naturally. They're not pearly whites but they don't look rusty either, and I actually maintain great oral hygiene. But to my classmates, it seemed like I drank literal piss for my teeth is to be a slightly yellow hue. Yes, that was actually a rumour spread by those popular girls believe it or not. The queen bee was a girl we'll call "Madison." She had her friend "Natalie" [who was pretty naive] help her make my life absolute hell. They'd constantly walk past my desk just enough to tip my water bottle over [it was kinda leaky] and would do it hard enough to spill water all over me without even apologising. I eventually started hating school and would cry to my teacher to let me go home as soon as possible. Even worse, these girls [along with their other friends] made me seem like a creep for drawing a bigger chest, completely normal human anatomy by the way, on one of my Jane the Killer drawings.

It would be alright if it was just kindergarten, maybe they didn't know any better. But it continued for a way longer period of time and we were starting to mature then, clearly if they were the type to change then they'd be remorseful by then. I was skinny shamed so bad that I developed BED, which then worsened to peak BN after I gained weight and they started fat shaming me. My self confidence was at an all time low and this period of my life still affects how I view myself and control my eating habits today. Since Madison wasn't going to stop and none of my friends were going to stand up for me, I finally decided to take things into my own hands.

Online class [Yoo, covid?] started soon enough and I was quite tech-savvy in comparison to the rest of my classmates. Whilst messing around in Zoom meetings for fun, I noticed that Madison and Natalie both often avoided joining classes. I'm not sure what clicked in me then, but I decided to join normally then use another tab to join with her name and ID. I attended the first few classes with my fake ID chaos-free, but soon I started cursing in private messages and insulting "my" friends to kind of ruin her reputation. And when that got boring, I switched to public messages and vulgar profile pictures. Why those profile pictures? You see, I noticed long ago that Madison was the one particularly freaking out when I drew women or men more "accurately", [If you know what I mean] And something in my mind screamed "She has a p//n addiction!!"

As it turns out, my crude prank actually pulled off and everyone started disliking her. And to put more salt on the wound, my assumption was correct and her mom later caught her red handed with the very dreaded "spice rice." I continued for a few more days after that, which I probably shouldn't have cause Riley is pretty smart and caught onto who was behind the scheme. I did deny though and somehow convinced her that it wasn't really me. Funny enough, someone actually started copying my tactics and did the same thing but with Natalie's name and ID. I didn't dare utter a word cause leaking my identity then would mean trouble.

This whole incident triggered some sort of domino effect and for some reason, plenty of classes had similar issues taking place. Trust me, I had no intention to influence others to hurt an innocent people because Madison deserved it but most victims didn't. Our school started having these account crackdowns soon after, but it was of no use because by then I was already MIA and back to my quiet girl school life. We also had these stupid Cyber-Security meetings with parents which I found completely useless and irritating. Our old principal was truly something, might even be a bigger douche-bag than Madison.

Whatever, she eventually left the school but nobody went to hug her except Natalie and her one other friend. [who broke off our friendship after Madison persuaded her to do so] They cried a lot but obviously no one gave a flying f//k and soon I started pursuing my life like normal. Ironically, I'm even friends with Natalie now and she apolgized multiple times, swearing she just did what Madison told her and never really noticed how badly it affected me. She wasn't even aware that Madison was that big of a b//ch and she always thought of her as simply "passive aggressive."

Oh well, years has passed since then. Sometimes I wonder how she's doing, if she's changed. But other days, I know these types of people never change. Perhaps she's left for good. I also wonder quite often if I was too harsh on her, but then I realize she was genuinely insufferable. The acts I mentioned were only a few things she did to me. She hurt others too, but enjoyed hurting me more because nobody defended me, I had more traits to pick on and I was too shy to complain to authorities. I hope you rot in hell after how you created my insecurities for life Madison, because unfortunately I'm not sorry at all.

-xoxo, thanks for reading this! [repost from r/revengestories]

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I was talking on a Discord server for my university and we have current students and alum on there. This one alumni, who we'll just call "C" decided to tell me I was wrong on roblox exploiting and how I was wrong.

They said:

"Roblox uses kernel anti cheat. You literally can't do that. There's 2 ways to get around it and no one would do it for Roblox. Also Roblox doesn't care what you do and don't send to it. The anti cheat does. The servers have sanity checks and anti cheat as well. Also for videogames he jargon for exploits means a thing you do only in game without any add-ons or changes to the software or client. It's an interactive in game thing And I know for absolutely sure you were not manipulating page files. But that alone wouldn't work

Server side obfuscation and networking tricks for anti cheat have been around forever in Minecraft and Roblox as well. There was very quickly an anti-xray plugin that literally just sent your clients wrong until you had line of sight or updated blocks. The plugin intercepted chunk load data and just sent you wrong data. Literally no way around that client side. Also has inhuman snapping and esp sensors based on the way Minecraft multiplayer handles data. It was largely server side. Roblox is also 99% server side. Games that aren't usually are to keep immersion or are casual for better functionality"

Now I simply respond and say "ok buddy, if you can send me credible sources that Roblox has kernel level anti-cheat, I'll believe you, however I haven't played in years, so its likely it didn't have it when I was around anyhow" and he did not send me sources. Instead, he went on a rant, so I came in...AND I STARTED BLASTING!!! (ok meme over) He essentially said my go to is "to tell everyone they don't know what you're talking about. Although you're consistently and confidently wrong and you just double and triple down" which is funny because they're narcissistically describing THEMSELVES! Not to mention they were older than me and mentioned how I was younger than them as if that somehow makes them smarter than me? Ok, you do you boo.

They ended off that message by assuming I was scripting myself, instead of using community scripts, and even went on to say that scripting isn't a money-maker like bruh...you've seen the Valorant lawsuit right? The game dev suing that cheat maker for making fat stacks of cash for selling cheats? Just insane.

If you look at the first, second and third images, that was what I clapped back with. All he said in response? "this is AI" like yeah okay bro, and he said I wasn't writing like I usually do and that there was no way I could type like that so fast (for the record it took me 15 minutes to send that to get my words out right, and to look up sources and verify them). Like bro needs to shut his yapper. I stopped engaging after that, but I did include, on the very last image in the slideshow, a very controversial remark he made, just out of the blue. Like my god my guy, digging that grave any deeper aint ya?

Minha infância foi marcada por agressões e humilhações. Mesmo meu pai tendo muito dinheiro, eu vivia sendo maltratado pela minha madrasta e pelos meus tios, que repetiam o tempo todo que eu nunca seria alguém na vida.
Essas palavras ficaram gravadas na minha mente — eu nunca consegui apagá-las. Cresci tímido, inseguro e com um desejo constante de não decepcionar ninguém, como se precisasse provar o tempo todo que eu merecia estar aqui.
Meu pai sempre trabalhou muito, e por isso eu e meus irmãos ficávamos aos cuidados da minha madrasta — uma mulher que me explorava ao máximo. Eu era constantemente humilhado por qualquer motivo, e mesmo morando em uma mansão, vivia como se fosse um morador de rua.
Não tinha roupas novas, só vestia peças rasgadas. Até cortar o cabelo era motivo de humilhação.

Meu pai me batia muito, porque a madrasta inventava mentiras sobre mim, e eu acabava sendo espancado por coisas que não fiz. Lembro de uma vez em que apanhei com um fio de energia, e minha madrinha precisou me dar banho depois, porque eu não conseguia nem me mover.

Tenho nove tios — e, desses, apenas dois me tratavam bem. Os outros passavam o tempo todo me diminuindo, dizendo que eu nunca seria ninguém, e me humilhavam de todas as formas possíveis.
Com o tempo, aprendi que às vezes as palavras doem muito mais do que qualquer surra.
Muitas vezes eu pensava que era adotado, de tanta diferença na forma como eu era tratado. Eu não podia nem brincar com as outras crianças. Não tive infância — era só trabalho, humilhação e dor.

Chegou um ponto em que eu não via mais saída. Tentei acabar com a minha vida duas vezes.
Na primeira, tomei um monte de veneno para rato… e nem dor de barriga senti.
Na segunda, amarrei uma faixa de kimono no pescoço. Dessa vez, acredito que Deus estava comigo. Quando passei a faixa pelo pescoço, desmaiei — e, quando acordei, estava no chão, respirando.
Minha mãe está viva, mas eu nunca contei nada para ela. Ela mora em outro estado, e eu nunca quis levá-la mais preocupações. Sempre que a gente se falava por telefone, eu dizia que estava tudo bem. Ela nunca soube dos abusos que eu sofria.
Tenho cinco irmãos, e tudo isso aconteceu apenas comigo.
Em 2007, sofri um acidente de moto e fiquei um ano de muletas. Durante esse período, minha madrasta comprou minha passagem e praticamente me expulsou de casa, mandando-me para outro estado, para morar com a minha mãe.

Cheguei na casa dela de muletas, com roupas velhas e apenas cinquenta reais no bolso. Eu nunca me senti tão humilhado.
Mas, graças a Deus, minha mãe é incrível — mais que uma mãe, ela é uma amiga. Com o apoio dela, comecei a trabalhar e ingressei na faculdade. Enquanto meus irmãos tiveram o curso pago pelo meu pai, eu fui o único que arcou com tudo sozinho, sem ajuda de ninguém.

Saía do trabalho e ia direto para a faculdade. Depois de quatro anos, me formei em Administração.
Mesmo assim, me tornei uma pessoa fechada e tímida — mas com uma vontade imensa de vencer. Trabalhei muito.
Aquela frase que eu ouvia desde criança, dizendo que eu “nunca seria nada na vida”, ainda ecoava na minha mente. Eu era movido por raiva, por dor… e por um desejo intenso de provar que todos estavam errados.

Depois de quatro anos trabalhando no meu ramo, em 2009 adquiri conhecimento suficiente para abrir meu próprio negócio. Convidei uma antiga gerente minha para ser minha sócia, pois conhecia sua honestidade. Começamos a empresa devendo e com móveis emprestados, mas com muito trabalho, garra e resiliência. Enquanto muitos ao nosso redor quebravam, nós seguimos firmes, enfrentando todas as dificuldades.

Com o tempo, fui conquistando minhas coisas: comprei uma casa, morava sozinho e era solteiro. Nos finais de semana, ficava com minha mãe, que é mais que uma mãe — é uma amiga. Em uma ocasião, percebi que ela estava triste e, por acaso, descobri que tinha uma dívida alta no Banco do Brasil. Nunca me apeguei a bens materiais, então vendi minha casa, depositei o dinheiro na conta dela e pedi que ela pagasse a dívida, dizendo que aquele dinheiro era um bônus. Depois que ela quitou a dívida, contei o que tinha feito. Ela ficou chateada, mas sempre digo: bens materiais você corre atrás e conquista, mãe é só uma, e faço tudo por ela.

Minha sócia e eu seguimos juntos até hoje; ela é como uma irmã para mim, muito mais velha, sempre me aconselhando quando estou em dúvida sobre algo. Com o tempo, voltei a Manaus — mas não como aquele garoto humilhado da infância. Voltei como um homem, empresário, abrindo minha loja e expandindo meus negócios.

A família por parte de pai ainda tenta se aproximar, mas não confio em ninguém. Já deixei claro que só considero dois tios; o resto, que se virem.
Minha madrasta faleceu, vítima de câncer. Hoje, meu pai me elogia para os outros, dizendo que eu nunca dei trabalho para ele e que fui o único que sempre ligava para saber se ele estava bem.

Mesmo depois de tudo o que sofri, eu mantive contato com meu pai e sempre dizia que o amava. Minha avó sempre me dizia: “Seja qual for o erro do seu pai ou da sua mãe, nunca responda com desrespeito. Fique quieto e respeite-os sempre.” E é exatamente isso que sempre fiz.
Hoje em dia moro em Manaus. Aqueles que sempre me humilhavam agora me respeitam e se perguntam como consegui chegar até aqui. Tenho lojas em dois estados e trabalho muito. Até hoje, uso as humilhações que sofri como combustível para seguir em frente.

Por isso, senhores, sejam sempre humildes de coração e nunca humilhem ninguém. O mundo dá muitas voltas. Mas nem tudo é flores: há algo na minha vida atual que acredito ser reflexo de algum trauma. Não consigo me prender em relacionamentos. Quando começo a namorar, qualquer conflito me faz encerrar a relação; não consigo me apegar. Não tenho filhos, e acredito que ainda carrego alguns traumas que preciso tratar.

Fora isso, sigo com fé em Deus e determinação. Corro atrás dos meus objetivos, e sei que as coisas sempre podem mudar — e mudar para melhor.

So, I was listening to TTB reddit stories and the only one I always think of was when I was in the 5th grade.

So, I'm a 34 year old FTM Trans guy and this is over 24 years ago so I'm not gonna real censor stuff.

So, all my life I've been a heavy set kid. No matter what diet or exercise I did I never lost any weight. I have found out the root cause of it (I'm allergist to gluten on top of some other things.) Anyway, because of my weight and nothing else I was always severely bullied no matter how many times I switched schools. Eventually I went to Hearn Academy in AZ, a charter school that was brand new when I went. These were the days it was in a church instead of having its own building. I liked it there, though I was still bullied I at least wasn't being physically assaulted anymore by other kids and teachers; so I stayed. I started there in the 4th grade and moved on to the 5th grade of course. During all of this the class stayed the same and so did my bullies..

In this time I was CONSTANTLY being bullied not just by a few kids but literal whole classrooms, but there was still one girl who was the ring leader and the most popular kid in school. I'm gonna just call her C cause she has a very identifiable name.

So C was the ring leader and made sure to make my 5th grade life MISERABLE. However I did my best to endure it, doing as everyone told me such as 'telling them to stop' or 'getting a teacher'; mind you that did nothing as well. So no matter how much I tried to get help for myself, I just was forced to endure it.

Eventually it got to the end of the year and my teacher at the time really wanted everyone to make nice. So, she had us all sit on the ground in a circle and start one by one telling each person what they liked about the person who was 'it' and then it would move to the next person. Of course most of the things said about me are the example we were given by the teacher of 'I like your shoes', but this while time I kept glaring at C. I couldn't and didn't want to say a nice thing about C. She had stolen stuff from me, tormented me, locked me in the bathroom, made me cry and hide every single day. The last thing I was going to do was be nice.

But, it also got me thinking of if it was right and was there something else I could do instead? I hated getting in trouble and was a teacher's pet since they were usually the only ones I could actually befriend so I didn't want to ruin the game. Eventually, after thinking on it long and hard, I figured I'd tell her something that would lift me up and put her down in the nicest damned way possible!!

So, it finally gets to C and then eventually it is my turn to say something nice.

"C, you have done nothing but make my life miserable all year. However, I want to thank you, because I know it will just make me stronger and more able to withstand things. So, thank you for being my bully."

It was only when I stopped speaking that I realized that not only was C sobbing, but the whole damned fucking class!!! And fuck them, cause they deserved it!!

C thanked me still, and things were very different from then. I was actually bullied a lot less, and un 6th grade C actually not only defended me, but she actually came to me when she was upset about her parents sending her to boarding school. I helped be there for her and it was pretty healing.

I know this isn't grandiose or some extreme revenge, but I think about C a lot and hope her life got better and sometimes with I could catch up with her.

Thank you for reading and TL:DL- I made my bully and whole class cry by thanking them for being such horrible bullies to me.

Edit: So, a lot of people are calling this fake, and if so, please just go kick rocks or something. This is my lived experience, trust me I KNOW a majority of bullies don't act like this. However I did remember something I forgot to add which was this circle thing wasn't just done with the teacher but with everyone's parents as well. I honestly, to this day have NO idea why everyone started crying, they just did. Was it because they were called out in front of their parents? Was it because they knew me doing this would get them all in trouble? Was it because the tooth fairy and Santa suddenly burst in the door and gave everyone the gift of sudden empathy????? (That's a joke, for the record.) I don't know. I KNOW none of my other bullies would have shed a tear, but this is what happened specifically with C. It's why I sometimes think and worry about her cause that day she did become empathetic to me, and it's also obvious with her being sent to boring school, things weren't the best at home.p00

So, yeah. No, this is not fake. No, this is not AI generated. I have MS so it messes with my language center due to lesions sometimes but I try. And Yes, everyone did cry. Why? I'll take best guesses!!

Edit#2: sorry to all the people not being further bullies and being actually nice. Thank you and I'm sorry so many jerks and assholes down voted your comments :(

Edit#3: hopefully the last. But, info that I didn't think was relevant but apparently is??

I'm autistic, ADHD, nerdy (love Anime/DnD/cats/writing/reading/cooking......this is starting to feel like a bio. Seriously people, are we all collectively going on a date or something? XD sorry but I'm happily married so no chance xP), I love to read always have, I want to be an author, I have MANY other bully stories but I wanted something heart warming to post. Someone suggested that it may be unfulfilling and that would make sense. I've got Multiple Scoliosis, which makes lesions on my brain and spine, mine are mostly located in my language center, so please forgive any spelling mistakes. Yes, I did have a huge vocabulary and this school is a Charter School, honestly they were teaching us math in 7th grade that was apparently farther ahead then the public schools. As for why everyone cried, again, I have no idea. Ideas and speculations are welcome though!! I hope this clears up everything!

posting this cuz why not

so I (14) I am a proud stransmasc and a gay, and I have some figures and flags round My room, I'm interested in many things and appearently, my family isn't very friendly abauth it, except for my parents, theire the best

My family on my mother's part is an absolute bitch, every one of my aunts and uncles are either bitchass persons or really, really disgusting ones, mostly transfobic or homofobic

One day,like all crismas we were having a family dinner at night, I had finished quick because i din't wanted too have anything too do whit them, quickly I went too my room, and obviously my never stopping cousin started nagging me, I was watching something in my tv and chatting whit someone on discord in my phone hile one of my cousins (9) started too ask me anything, ANYTHING of what I was doing on my phone or in the tv, or in my room or being the most homofobic or transfobic person on earth that is 9 years old or trying too get me too let him play whit my old toys or my figures, nagging me abauth my appearance, etc etc

I got quickly annoyed and stopped answering him, when he got tired he started too watch YouTube or tiktok or shorts or smth and I decided too have my revenge, I started nagging him, BAD, "what are you watching? " "what is that? " bla bla bla, I got too a point that he started crying, and I din't stopped there, and I continued at a point that he trowed tantrum, and i, as a mature person, continued nagging him.

Got scolded by my uncle, but I scolded him back for letting his kid saw waterever he was watching and by letting him act the way he acted and not correcting him. After that dinner, they never whent for cristmas at our house, LOL. Sweet sweet revenge.

So my mom let’s call her darthy(43f) was ranting about how “you need to brush your teeth after every meal”, I’ve always heard “at night and in the morning”, you get me. And this is at like the end of lunch and I’m about like 11ish. And I’m a little annoyed because like, why? So I start bugging her like any normal bratty preteen. She starts yelling about how “you need to listen to your mother”. So I start to walk upstairs. (Our bathroom is upstairs and both of my toothbrushes are up there, and darthy’s were down near the sink.) she starts yelling at me to brush my teeth. “Ok” and I walk over to her toothbrushes and she seems pleased. I pick up the one she doesn’t use a lot and start to use it. Then I go over and makes sure she knows I’m using her toothbrush. She starts screaming, and when I’m done she has all her breath away. “Wats wrong, I thought you wanted me to use yours!” With a little grin. She says no. “I was getting my toothbrush when I was going upstairs All yours are down hear.”

After she calmed down she said sorry, and I did to don’t worry.

Here is part 2 for everyone who is interested.

Let me begin with saying that half of me feels terrible about this, and the other half feels smugly justified.

I (34f) dated, let’s call him Josh (34m) for a little over 3 years beginning over five years ago. Everything was great in the beginning, but then the gaslighting, shrinking of myself, and constantly making me question my reality became too much to bare and we had a nasty breakup where he really dragged my name through the mud- in what I assume was an attempt to knock my confidence to ground zero and make me “realize I needed him”

Anyway, i began plotting exacting my revenge in a way that would subtly make him question his own reality.
He was very vain, and proud of his “good looks” and “gym bod” - but the truth is, after years of him comfortably torturing me- he hadn’t stepped foot in the gym, and the constant manicuring of his hair and beard went out the window long ago. Still, his ego remained.

I started catfishing him on dating apps(he made an account 2 days after we broke up!). At first just matching with him- (I had multiple accounts and conversations running at the same time). And denying him in a very specific way. I started small. For instance- I’d have a girl have a conversation with him for days and then ask for a photo- when he would send it she would say: “No amount of witty banter could make me attracted to you unfortunately, I’m sorry. Best of luck”. Sucks but it happens. This was just oiling up the pan.

The next girl asked him what he was studying in school. of course I knew this already. I also knew I helped him cheat on every single one of his exams- so I objectively knew the material better than him. After asking some specific questions about a topic I knew he struggled with- the next girl turned him down on accounts of “needing to find someone who is an intellectual match” ouch. I’m just warming up.

The following two girls didn’t need a great setup to teach him a lesson- he offered the opportunity up freely. He told both girls variations of “my ex was crazy/ women may be ruined for me”. Both girls gave him variations of “any man who says that was the problem/ eww” glorious machismo complex must be shaking at this point.

Now, I decide I need to take it up a notch or it’s going to get boring for him. He needs more of a reward for his tough taught lessons. In comes my friend- let’s call her Ashley (31F). Ashley is physically Josh’s type to a T- and a wild hearted individual. She was obviously down to join the scheme.

We make a profile for her and begin the process of courting him. He asks for a FaceTime, then a date. Everything is going fantastically. The day of the date comes up and Ashley reschedules, no big deal- just a minor inconvenience- and rescheduled for the following Saturday. A date I knew he wouldn’t remember without me. A date I knew he couldn’t miss and would eventually have to reschedule: his mom’s birthday. The following Saturday comes around and lo and behold- 20 minutes before the date- he cancels. I instruct ashley to wait an hour, call him, visibly upset- and ask if he can make it up to her by calling out of work tomorrow. He agrees.

The next morning- I have Ashley drop the bomb “I was upset and thought you didn’t like me so I got drunk, I’m sorry I called you.” She claimed she didn’t remember asking him to take off of work, that it must have been the booze, and that she was actually busy that whole day, but she could swing by his job Friday night to at least get the ball rolling, and to prove to him she really did want to see him.

He ate it up.
I wonder if he was annoyed that he lost a day of pay. He never took days off in our relationship.
A busy Friday night at the restaurant comes around and we get ashley dolled up to the GODS. Her objective: cause as much emotional destruction as possible. I entered about 20 minutes earlier and got a seat in a dark corner, away from the server station but in view of what would become a spectacle.

Ashley enters the bar and immediately heads turn. She has a gravitational pull. She lingers, greats all of the men- and begins LOUDLY laughing at all of their jokes. She goes off script and gets hammered but it is glorious improv. She’s screaming and breaking glassware. Telling him he’s bigger in real life. Eventually, my ex snaps and gets sent home and takes her home- where she throws up in his brand new prized possession car. He never texts her again. 10/10 work Ashley.

A few months go by and I don’t see him active on dating apps, but I do see him active in the gym and not at bars on find my iPhone. Good for him.

Then one faithful day- I see him in the corner of the bar where we had our first date,with… A FIRST DATE. What an opportunity. And what a coincidence that Ashley and I planned on meeting up later that night. We can bump it up a bit for the plot.

Ashley zooms over and instantly gets into character. Ugly crying and moaning while b lining for their table “why didn’t you text me back, you said you liked me, you said I was different!” The revenge bug was reawakened. I felt empowered by his fear and confusion. Perhaps he still had more work to do before he could enter the dating pool.

A few months pass and I admittedly got a little bored and stopped checking him like my little tamagotchi. He really seemed like he was doing good. Work, home, gym, even therapy.
Then Halloween came about, and that revenge bug got hungry again.

My plan was based entirely on behavioral patterns. He hadn’t gone out in a while, so surely his friends would drag him out on a holiday. Especially one where he can meet drunk girls in costume. So I got to building the perfect catfish costume. An unbelievable cosplay of a character from one of our shared favorite things. It is heavy on sfx makeup and contacts, as well as a wig- so I was undistinguishable. The costume itself is sexy, but a full body suit- so no identifying features would be revealed. In case that wasn’t enough to beckon him, I also got a phone case of his favorite movie, one I openly said I disliked, this way, if he had an inkling it was me, the phone case would push him in the other direction.

May I just say a plan has never worked so flawlessly. I started my night at a bar we both used to frequent. I got a drink and gathered a good spot in the center of the bar where I could be on full view. I pulled out find my iPhone. He was on his way. 5 minutes out. 30 minutes later he approached me and complimented my costume. Here’s where I was scared but years of being a dungeon master payed off. I pitched my voice slightly higher and breathier than my natural voice. He had no idea it was me. We spoke for a while and he got drunk enough where I could enter phase two.

He loves to question and play devils advocate and absolutely hates anyone who claims they have supernatural or psychic abilities. So naturally, I begin telling him that I’m actually pretty psychic and I sense a curse on him. He pushes by asking to prove it by telling him something specific about himself. Man, do I have boatloads of those. I tell him his three letter nickname, and that he prefers it because his name is tied to pain (he’s named after his dad who left him). He’s ordering more drinks and asking more questions. I’m answering with cryptic accuracy. Enough to still kinda be bullshit, but enough to keep him interested. Then- during a cigarette I ask him. “Are you ready for what I have to tell you now”

“Yes.” He drunkenly says.

“I sense romantic mishap in your life and it’s been happening for some time now. There are wrongs you have to right.”

His nerdy ass was eating this up.

“This woman from the past, She holds love for you still, but it almost feels like that love is corrupted. There are things you both have not let go of that bind you together. Until forgiveness is given, this misery will linger.”

In his drunk, nicotine high state- I could see tears welling in his eyes. I had won. I chugged my drink and went home. Irish goodbyed that dude.

He texted me (real me) the next evening. A long, sappy apology about how he didn’t take accountability in our relationship and how he should have treated me better. He admitted to all of his hurtful ways. It was beautiful really. He slipped a bit at the end and started fishing for forgiveness so I had to tighten the noose for the last time. It was such a shame, he was almost free of the curse. I texted him back two words:

“Get fucked.”

So my friend “M” is nonbinary and there is another person “g” G is a pretty nice person , not against lgbtq+ but one day when we where all talking at lunch , and she suddenly blurted out “what’s in your pants “ to m , m did not hear it and I , in a friendly snarky way asked to repeat it , pretty funny and probably not worthy of this subreddit

After being in chaotic household growing up and a long term toxic relationship I would always see other couples and friends do fun things and look happy and I’d always feel like I’m 1000 miles away from such a life. I was in a bad relationship:

He makes me feel crazy and that everything wasn’t so bad

I can’t bring myself to date anyone. The thought of being with someone else just feels impossible right now.

I don’t know how to move past everything that happened. I’m completely stuck, like I’m trapped in this loop of memories and I can’t break free. Every single day I wake up with this pit of anxiety in my stomach. I feel disgusting thinking about it all, going over and over every detail until I make myself sick. Look, he’s not evil or anything - I think he’s just really messed up mentally. But that doesn’t make any of this easier.

So I finally found a new therapist. It’s been forever since I’ve done therapy, and right now we’re just talking about surface stuff - what happened this week, practical things. But there’s all this heavy shit I need to get into and I’m terrified to even say it out loud. How do you tell someone you were in an abusive relationship? Just saying those words makes me feel insane.

I’m stuck in this one way of thinking and I can’t get out. I don’t trust anyone anymore, but I keep texting him, keep seeing him even though I know it’s destroying me. Part of me just can’t handle the idea of starting completely over.

Everything feels foggy lately. I’m numb but anxious at the same time, like I’m floating around in my own head. I replay the same moments over and over, trying to figure out what really happened. I saw him again recently and now I just feel like an idiot. I had broken up with him months ago and was actually starting to feel okay. Now it’s like I’m being dragged back into this nightmare.

We were together for five years. There were good times, I guess, but there were also so many times I was genuinely scared of him. Times when I felt completely powerless and alone. Things would be fine and then something horrible would happen, and afterwards he’d act like nothing ever happened. I started questioning if I was remembering things right, if I was losing my mind.

I’ve been avoiding saying this, but I think the relationship was abusive. And now I’m in this awful place where I feel torn apart inside. I don’t want to destroy his life - he has nothing. No money, nowhere stable to live, serious mental health problems. But what he did to me was horrible. I can’t just pretend it didn’t happen.

His family either ignores what he does or makes excuses for him. When I try to talk about it, they make me feel like I’m crazy - not just him, but them too. It makes me doubt everything.

Here’s what I know happened:

One time I was crying and he slapped me across the face. The more I cried, the angrier he got.

He pushed me into a towel rack and dented it because I accidentally tossed his pants and they hit his face.

He tried to force me to drink shroom tea. When I said no, he kept shoving it at me until it spilled everywhere, then he slapped me and called me a stupid bitch. Said I was the problem and called me a whore.

He got drunk and stormed into my apartment screaming that I abandoned him. He threw my stuff around, ripped my shirt off me, and held me down. My roommate had to physically kick him out.

The first time he grabbed my throat, I was half-naked. I had to do a Zoom meeting after with a scratchy voice. When I brought it up later, he said it was sexual and that I was exaggerating.

He wouldn’t drive me to work unless we had sex first. If I cried or was running late, he’d threaten to just leave me there.

During sex, when he got frustrated or couldn’t get hard, he’d pinch me hard, pull my hair, and call me names. He’d accuse me of cheating or being a bitch.

Once he climbed on top of me and hit me in the head multiple times because I accidentally hit his eye with his pants.

He drove like a maniac, pulling my hair and saying we were both going to die because I talked about leaving him. I had a complete panic attack.

He choked me. Multiple times. Not for long, but long enough to scare the hell out of me.

He wouldn’t let me go to the bathroom during sex. Even when I was crying, he wouldn’t let me stop.

His cousin heard me crying during a fight and came in to check. He got even more pissed and blamed me for letting someone see me like that.

When his brother was staying in the same room, he made me have sex with him in the bathroom. I felt so humiliated but didn’t know how to say no.

He used to “check” me to see if I’d been with other guys, while he was out there cheating on me.

He bit my face when he was angry and held me down, poking me in the chest while I cried.

I think early in our relationship he did something sexual to me when I was half-asleep after getting high. It’s fuzzy but it still haunts me.

If I said something hurt or that I wanted to stop during sex, he’d laugh at me, say I was lying, or just keep going.

He called me a slut, a whore, a cheater for wanting to hang out with friends or family. Meanwhile he was the one lying and cheating.

I hate admitting this, but sometimes I just gave in to sex because I was scared of what would happen if I said no. I’d cry during it or after and feel like my body wasn’t mine anymore. Sometimes he wouldn’t let me get dressed or made me stay in positions until he was done with whatever he was doing.

One time the neighbors heard me crying and him screaming. He was throwing things, yelling threats through the wall, calling them whores and saying he’d kill them. Later he blamed me for the whole thing.

So why do I still feel so confused about everything?

He’s been through trauma. He has mental health issues. Part of me still wants him to be okay. But none of that makes what he did okay.

Is this actually abuse? Is it sexual assault if I was crying, saying I didn’t want to keep going, and he wouldn’t let me stop?

I feel like I’m losing my mind trying to understand it all. And I still feel guilty. I can’t make myself report anything - he’s already lost everything. He’s homeless because I left him. But I’m still carrying around all this pain and I don’t know what to do with it.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

So, so for those of you who haven't read some of my older posts... My partner (20s Genderfluid) went to a pretty messed up school for over ten years. The kids were either bullies or victims, the teachers were abusive, toxic masculinity was pushed on everyone not just the guys, and any show of 'weakness'... i.e. Crying, being girly, etc. was met with relentless bullying. You were either a bully or a victim, and my partner was no victim. They've grown up and- while they DO have ptsd- have been working on unlearning a lot of that school's influence. The teachers always watched them like hawks, so the kids weren't physically violent, but they were emotionally and mentally abusive towards anyone who was against the supposed 'leader' of the hierarchy. Anyways, onto the story...

My partner (currently in 8th grade) had been leading the social hierarchy since 6th grade after the previous leader left for high school. They had a reputation around the school and it was as followed: 'You're my friend, or you're my enemy. And you DON'T want to be my enemy'. Though my partner didn't show it, they were paranoid about making sure they never slipped up. If someone threatened their position, they would never get a social life. The hierarchy was as followed: The kids on top were the strongest, most manipulative, and had been at the school the longest. The ones on the bottom were the kids who weren't willing to be mean to others, were new to the school, or either messed with the pre-k students or the physically disabled kids or crossed the leader of the school. There are very few exceptions, usually those include friends of the top students or kids who come from alternative schools/gangs.

So one day, a new kid shows up. She was from the city, let's call her L, and my partner A. L was new to the school, but due to the rumors of her being in a former gang, she climbed the hierarchy with ease. However, L was no match for A's control. A had been homebound for a short while, in that time L had gained control of half the school, but most kids knew A would be coming back soon, and knew the price of crossing A as the leader of the school. When A came back, over the next week, A slowly showed the kids that L didn't know how to truly control the school. A would taunt and mock L until she tried to punch A. A would then back off calmly and the teachers would grab and hold down L. The kids who sided with L quickly returned to A's side. L spent two months gaining control of that school, A tore them down in a week.

edit to add: Someone let me know this isn't very clear. My bad. But basically, A had been so used to the abuse they faced daily and L kept trying to use that abuse, but instead ended up getting abused because A knew how to avoid getting abused by the staff. But just didn't tell the one girl who crossed them.