I was a bully throughout Grade School, I'm not sure if I enjoyed it. But I often played the role of "muscle" for the snickering pack of Spoiled Brats I thought were my friends (god, I didn't want to be on the other side). So I just played the role, I mean a lot of times I really did feel bad about punching some poor kid in the stomach, or smacking him across the head with my backpack. Then I switched schools my 6th year, and I was on the opposite side of the fence. I was the new kid, fresh meat. I got name called a lot, but nobody really seemed interested in actually taking it too the next level, until one stupid slob of a Kid really wanted to take it up a notch by drilling me in the arm with a mechanical pencil. I pretty much snapped at that point. I ended up taking his arm within an 8th of inch to the belt sander and nearly had his hand up to the wrist sanded off in Shop Class. Shut him up. The next kid was a real scrapper, tough as nails, he decided it would be funny to throw a basketball at the back of my head in Recess, Man that one really hurt. I ended up sending the poor kid to the hospital when I had the odd chance (and I took it) to Smash his face into the side of our Concrete sided school. Of Course I was expelled. But within a week I was back, and to exact my revenge on the Teacher who caught me, I sneakily made an Ice Ball from snow and permafrost on the ground, pelted her in the back of the head and knocked her nearly unconscious. She never saw it coming, nor did anyone else, thats how well I had timed it, like a Green Beret. She wasn't there the next day, or the next, or the next. Found out about a year late she had quit right after that. Man, that stung my already guilt ridden mind. Near the end of the year, I had built a reputation that I wasn't going to play coward to anyone, and that if you mess with the bull you'll get the horns. I had actually made pretty good friends with the Kid that I got in the face with the concrete wall, and I wasn't bothered throughout the rest of Middle School.

In Highschool I ended up moving again my first year, and into a private school. Everybody had better things to do than bully each other around (keep in mind these were the daughters/sons of really wealthy people) So it went rather smoothly, either that or I had a pretty good relation with both sides of the field, I'm still not entirely sure. I wasn't ever an outcast by either side, but I wasn't exactly "included". Still was an angry person for quite awhile thereafter. I had pretty much calmed down entirely after I turned eighteen and saw some of the world.