Wow, I'd be ashamed to be a parent of those little gots. Back in middle school, I had a bully who would periodically verbally and physically pick on me (more verbal, and by physical I mean shoving/pushing me around). Known around school as a class clown and that token bully guy, he was 2 years older than I was at the time (I was in 6th grade, he was in 8th). One day, as I arrive to school and walk towards the area where I'd meet my friends in the morning, I see the got standing in the same area. Once I see him, I don't want any part of walking through that area, so I attempt to play stupid and walk past (stupidest thing ever). He spots me (I guess), and starts jogging behind me, catches up to me and grabs the top handle portion of the backpack I wore and slams me to the floor. People said I suffered from whiplash when he forced me to go down, all I can remember was seeing blurry and hearing the sound that comes on when a program is about to be interrupted by the emergency broadcast system. I was down on my back but responsive for some time, so much so that I was taken to the hospital. I learn a couple of days later that the got ran away from a teacher who witnessed the incident. He hadn't been seen since the incident. 3 years pass, I remember it was like the 5th day of my freshman year in high school when I see a familiar name on the obituaries. It was him. I researched his death and apparently he became active in gang related activities. He was shot 9 times in the chest for confronting a rival gang member! I don't wish death on anyone, but it definitely felt like Karma caught up to him.
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