Well in my case my Irish temper saved me. Four or five months into the school year of relentless teasing and bullying, we were in the classroom for lunch on a rainy day and a couple of them started pushing me. My fingers got pinched between two desks and I just unloaded on the guy. Teacher separated us. Bully told me to meet him after school. That was when I discovered he didn't know how to fight, so I proceeded to beat the crap out of him until my mother arrived and pulled me off him.
I got a whole lot of respect from everyone after that. Learned an important life lesson too.
I actually was terrorized by a group of girls when I was in middle school way back when. I was afraid (hey, I was a girl, I didn’t fight, and these girls came from mean backgrounds and were like a pack!) Anyway, one day I had enough, I agreed to meet and fight it out, and while I got the soup beaten out of me, that was the end. I guess they figured it wasn’t that much fun if the target would fight back.
susie