I was on TC the other night explaining one instance where I was being bullied. I had a pretty chill school life up until the fifth grade when I had to live with my Aunt in Hughes, Arkansas 
That place is literally the WOAT. Hands down.
It was pretty much my first majority black school and I wasn't used to it
kids weren't used to me or my "proper" accent. I only had one friend but before that my classroom was cliquish as fukk and they recruited me into their gang 
so for like five hours I was with the squad and then during a bathroom break they go
Lackey: Hey, are you in our group?
Me: Yeah.
Lackey: Not anymore.
Me:
And when you're not part of the squad, which was the majority of the class, it's THEM against YOU. Mfs literally started giving people swirlies and shyt. They damn near got my ass during the winter, two of them grabbed me but I slipped out of my coat. They threw it in the trash. That was my stuntin coat too.
More fukkery ensued when dudes from other classes started to get involved. I literally had people threatening to whoop my ass like they were scheduling an appointment.
Bully: What are you doing after school tomorrow?
Me: Nothing, just walking home.
Bully: Iight. Tomorrow afterschool we gonna whoop you AND yo brother's ass.
Me:
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Again, this is just the fifth grade and I took more Ls that year than any other. I'll stop right there tho.
WBU?
That place is literally the WOAT. Hands down. It was pretty much my first majority black school and I wasn't used to it
kids weren't used to me or my "proper" accent. I only had one friend but before that my classroom was cliquish as fukk and they recruited me into their gang so for like five hours I was with the squad and then during a bathroom break they goLackey: Hey, are you in our group?
Me: Yeah.
Lackey: Not anymore.
Me:
And when you're not part of the squad, which was the majority of the class, it's THEM against YOU. Mfs literally started giving people swirlies and shyt. They damn near got my ass during the winter, two of them grabbed me but I slipped out of my coat. They threw it in the trash. That was my stuntin coat too.
More fukkery ensued when dudes from other classes started to get involved. I literally had people threatening to whoop my ass like they were scheduling an appointment.
Bully: What are you doing after school tomorrow?
Me: Nothing, just walking home.
Bully: Iight. Tomorrow afterschool we gonna whoop you AND yo brother's ass.
Me:
---
Again, this is just the fifth grade and I took more Ls that year than any other. I'll stop right there tho.
WBU?
. one of the kids was in my class, so the next day i sharpened a pencil and stabbed him in his neck. LUCKILY i sharpened it too much and the lead tip fell out as i was about to stab his neck. so it didn't penetrate his neck as far as it should of
. not going to lie, dude aint snitch on me
and they stopped messing with me. moved to MD about a month later. thank god, lord knows what i would of been if i was raised in D.C
