When I was in forth grade there was this one kid who would bother me and hit me for no reason. My parents taught me to be nice to people, even those who treat you mean, and so I try being nice but he would continue callings names. The thing I hated the most was when he gets into class earlier then me, he would flip my desk and all my books and paper would be all over the floor. The teacher wouldn't do anything about it either. He did this everyday and made me cry once. It was so frustrating and I was tried of being nice. So one day that kid didn't come to school, so I took advantage. I sat next to his desk and took all his books, ripped every piece of paper out and crumpled them up, then stuffed it in his desk; I even did it to his text book that the teacher would say if you lose it it will cost your mom and dad $80 to replace. The next day he came back and when he saw what I done he starting screaming. The principle came and he kept acting crazy and they gave him detention because he shoved the principle when they tried talking to him. I was happy inside. Revenge is sweet. [b]Let's hear your bully stories[/b].