I got bullied a couple times. The first time was in the first grade at a Luthern school. This dude used to always beat me up, bust me lip, and then apologize before the end of the day. I sincerely thought he was telling the truth until the next day when he would do the same thing all over again. I transferred schools but never forgot his name. I ended up finding him on Facebook and told him that I will bust his ass if I ever see him again. He blocked me after that.
The second time was the 11th grade. This fat dude that lived on the same street as me would make fun of me and talk mad shyt at school in front of the girls. One day I was standing close to his locker and got his combination. I knew another dude at school named Clifford and he had a car (a black Ford Tempo that I'd never forget). What we did was go to school and around 10am, I went in his locker and got his house keys. Me, .Clifford, and another dude went to his house and cleaned that motherfukker out. We got his Playstation and found his mother's weed stash. Took all the food out the fridge. Also poured bleach on all the beds and the clothes We made it back to school before lunch and I put the keys back in his locker. I still remember the next day at school when he was crying about someone breaking in his house.