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"Do one on Clarisse!"
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My name is Zachary Martin. And I'm a bully. Yeah. I'm not one of those sorry ass bullies that pick on shrimps because 'They feel bad for themselves'. Hell no, not me. I bully people because it's funny. To see them cry, what because I said your jeans look like a dog had a massive shit on them? If I were them, if anyone tried to bully me, I'd punch them until they couldn't remember their own name. Really, I'm doing them a favour. Teach them that life isn't nice and if someone does something, soon there won't be a principal to run to.
I like to view it as a game. You're probably sitting there, "That's so cruel, Zachary!" Yeah, well, get over it.
The game is, the tougher the person I get to bully, the better I am. If you're confused, let me break it down. Let's say some guy with an enormous ego comes to Goode. Well, the order has to be maintained, so I bully this guy. Usually, nothing physical, just striping them down, brick by brick, layer by layer, inch by inch. By the end of this, the guy's an emotional wreck. Now, his ego is below freezing. That's my job.
So, one day, someone walked in. They would be the perfect addition to my... collection? Trophies? Whatever.
Her name?
Clarisse La Rue.
This was going to be tricky. She was frickin' weird. Tall, muscular, dark, boar-like eyes, pale brown hair that's stringy, and a permanent sneer smeared across her face. She had the build of one of those rugby players you see on TV. She came in here, shoving kids out of her way if they wouldn't move.
No, I wasn't scared, before you ask. Zachary Alexander Martin, scared? Dunno what planet you came from, but that doesn't fly here on Earth.
And just to prove that to you, I'm gonna bully her. Yep.
But first, I had to observe her. I might be a bully, but- believe it or not- I'm no dummy. You can't strike out at an arrogant person without knowing they're arrogant. So, what was her secret flaw?
She was stealing my spotlight! Usually, when I walked through the halls, kids already shoved themselves in their own lockers, which saves me a lot of trouble really. But now people dive/jumped to avoid Clarisse! Kids just seemed to melt under her smirk! But not me. I wasn't going to shrink into a tiny little ball when she threw a look my way.
What I've gathered is:
1) Obviously, kids fear her. And she seems to like that. Relish it, really. Guess that's how I am too.
2) She's arrogant. Prideful and cocky, which is another part of her being a bully. She looks intimidating and she knows it.
3) She didn't have a specific friend group. In fact, she didn't really speak to anyone except to issue threats. Probably doesn't like social stuff.
4) Despite that last one, she doesn't seem especially sad or happy. So, she isn't one of those self-pity bullies.
This is good. I can work with this.
My plan was: I catch her one day when she was shoving someone's head in the water fountain and turning it on where it ran up their nose. I'd make her turn around and then I'd apply my strategy. I'd say something like, "So, Clarisse, why do you bully people?" Something like that. "It's not like anyone is scared of you." Yeah, I'll explain it to you later, it's complicated.
Mission Very Possible is a go.
I actually saw Clarisse exactly where I planned, shoving a kid under the water fountain where the water went up to their nose. Ah, I really know my victims.
"Hey, Clarisse," I shout/said.
"What is it, runt?" Clarisse didn't let go of the kid's hair and sounded like I was a mere disturbance.
"Why do you bully people?" I asked, as innocently as I could. People stared at me like, 'Really?'
Clarisse snorted and her sneer deepened. "That's rich coming from you, ya know."
"Well, it's not like anyone fears you. They just do it to be nice," I said. Maybe this plan was failing me a bit... Nah, I made it up, so it's ok.
"What was that, punk?" She finally let go of the freshman's hair and stormed towards me.
"Well, I said, 'It's not like anyone fears you.'" I repeated.
Clarisse smirked. "Yeah, because they fear you?"
I shrugged, trying to be indifferent, "Maybe they do, I don't really care."
"Uh-huh."
"I mean, at least I don't shove people under the water fountain."
"You just shove their runty little bodies in a locker."
"Hey!" The freshman that she was essentially drowning showed protest in being called a runt.
"Please, have you looked at yourself? You look like one of those stick bugs." Clarisse retorted.
"Well, kids piss their pants when they see me." I was restraining my temper like keeping a lion at bay.
"Yeah, maybe, from containing their laughter." Clarisse shot back smoothly, not even missing a beat.
I could feel my face reddened. In some small part of my (small) brain, there was a nagging voice saying, 'Don't lose your cool, man', but that was thrown out the window. Not one, one, of my victims had tried to fight back. Not physically or orally or anything. So this one was special. It was time to go rogue, no boundaries, girl or not.
"Well, do you even have a social life? Or can no one else fit on the bench at lunch because you take up so much space?" At the moment, it felt like the right thing to say.
Clarisse's lip curled. "You wanna try to repeat that, punk?"
"And another thing," I moved on, ignoring her question. "You frickin' just came here! And you just started shoving kids' heads in toilets the moment you came here!" I ranted.
"I doubt you were any different," Clarisse spat.
She walked toward me and grabbed me by the back of my neck. At first, I thought she was trying to strangle me and thought that was a bit extreme for a high school insult match. Then, she directed my flailing body to the (girls', but we don't talk about that) bathroom. I could hear at least a dozen and a half kids shuffle into the bathroom, most not caring about the whole gender thing.
Clarisse, still holding a firm grip on my poor neck, kicked open one of the stall doors and completed my worst fear.
A swirly. NO! NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO! NO! I am the swirler! Not the swirlee!
And she just kept dunking my head! In, out, in, out, each time my head was out of the water, I tried to suck in a huge breath. I held onto the edge of the toilet and tried to push myself out from Clarisse's grip, but it was like escaping solid titanium around your neck. The mass of laughter and phone cameras clicking blended into one sound around me.
Is this how my victims feel? Was I seriously feeling this? No. Frickin'. Way.
"Who's the new kid now?" Clarisse muttered where only I could hear.
And that's why you don't ever bully Clarisse La Rue. Because it will come back to bite you... Or dunk you in toilet water.
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