I notice in all of these boring "I stood up to my bully and made him back down" stories it is always one bully.
Just one.
If there are ever any more they are so awed by you and your great power that they embrace you like a brother.
And usually the "bully" was just running his mouth.
Some how these tales of inspiration do not work very well for a kid who is being beat bloody on the school bus by four larger children.
lol.
Not gonna write the story of my entire school life here..
Yes, our ferals moved in packs. Had some teeth knocked out of my mouth by them too. Glasses broken, my stuff muscled away from me, etc…
YOU are attempting to bully here too. The only way is to STAND UP TO THEM.
Too bad you have to hide behind a keyboard.