Once upon a time in Armitage, school chores of some days of the weekends used to be a green leaves' thing, supervised by the sophomores whilst the seniors chill out. So there was this second-year bully that I had a spat with; actually he wanted me to be giving him some of my provisions and I refused, so I became an unfortunate subject of his fleeting authority.
Invariably, and unless I am able get a medical card from the clinic and give myself a few days ED (exemption for duty), this guy will have me do all the toilets of our dormitory (Saloum Kunda), and I wouldn't dare talk lest my mouth will put me into more trouble. One day I got so pissed, and apparently some of my boys felt for me, so we stood up to the fool, and the rest from then on became history.
What I am trying to say is that it doesn't matter who and how strong you think your bully is. Sometimes you just gotta stop running or trying to please him and be a little aggressive. You know, don't wait for him to bring the game to you; take it to him or get bullied the rest of your days, it's your call. In fact the message you're sending him may be gotten sooner than you think, and who knows, y'all can end up being friends like me an my Armitage bully now are.
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