The Bully and the Lunchbox

From Grades 1 through 12, I took a bus to school. I didn’t mind it, and actually most of the time I liked it! I had extremely fun people on my bus, especially in high school. And when I was younger I would sit with my friends and play clapping games (like Miss Mary had a steamboat) the entire ride.

But it was not all fun and games. When I was in Grade 2 my bus went through some dark times.

The dark times were a boy named Darryl. Darryl was a year older than me, and he was a straight-up bully. Unfortunately, I was Darryl’s favourite victim. He would tease me, try to trip me, repeatedly tap me on the head if he was sitting behind me, pull my hair, call me ugly, steal my school bag, the list goes on. He was relentless.

I would go home and complain to my mom about all the terrible things Darryl said or did to me, and she would just tell me that boys teased you when they liked you, so he probably had a crush on me.

This did not make me feel any better about the teasing. If anything, it made me feel worse. Thinking about Darryl having a crush on me made me feel icky and grimy. He was a disgusting bully.

Darryl’s teasing went on for a few months. And I just quietly took it. Every single day. Sure, I yelled back at him, trying to defend myself. But the more I reacted, the more Darryl laughed at me, and he teased me even harder.

But one day Darryl took his teasing too far.

He thought it would be a good idea to make up a song about how ugly I was. Our bus ride was about 20 minutes long, and he sang the song repeatedly.

He even got a few of his little minions to join in on the chorus.

I sat in my seat clutching my plastic Beetlejuice lunchbox tightly, staring at the seat ahead of me, just seething. I tried to ignore him, but as he went on with his song, I got increasingly more angry.

Eventually I couldn’t take it anymore. I snapped. In a rage, I grabbed my Beetlejuice lunchbox by the handle, turned around in my seat…

And I smashed him in his big stupid head.

I hit him so hard that my lunchbox cracked. A huge red gash appeared on his forehead, and he began bleeding profusely.

And then he did something I had never seen a bully do before. He started to cry.

I stared at him bleeding and crying, and I suddenly felt very sad for him. I regretted smashing him in the head with my lunchbox. I didn’t mean to hit him quite as hard as I did. I just wanted to teach him a lesson.

Darryl ran to tell our bus driver, who stopped the bus and called me up to the front. She said that she was going to have to inform the principal of the accident when we arrived at school.

I was terrified. I had never been in trouble before, and I knew that I was probably going to be sent to the principal’s office for this. The principal’s office was an unknown place to me, but I had a feeling it was very scary in there and it did not sound like a good time at all. I thought I was probably going to get at least a detention also, and that did not sound like a good time either.

I sat at my desk that morning, shaking in fear.

About half an hour after class started, I was called to the office. I was prepared for this moment, but I was not ready. I made my way slowly down the hall, prolonging my impending doom. When I reached the office, Darryl was already there, and he wasn’t crying anymore. He looked extremely smug and proud of himself.

We were instructed to sit in chairs in the secretary’s area until the principal was ready to see us.

And I knew he was right. I nearly started to cry.

After what seemed like a million years, the principal came out to collect us. He looked big and mean and scary, and I was afraid. Days of detention flashed before my eyes. I didn’t even know what went on in detention, but I pictured something similar to writing lines on the chalkboard like Bart in the Simpsons.

Darryl and I sat in chairs in front of his desk. He began to question us.

But then…

I looked up, surprised. This was true. Could our principal be on my side?

I explained that Darryl had been harassing me every day. That he tripped me in the aisle of the bus, and pulled my hair, and said terrible things about me, and made up a song about how ugly I was.

Our principal said the bus driver had told him this also. And then he said something I will never forget.

The smug smile immediately slowly from Darryl’s face. I was in shock.

I got a warning. Just a warning not to do that again. And that was that. We were free to go.

Word of the incident spread around the school, and for a few weeks I was a hero. Even kids in Grade 6 were coming up to me and asking me about Darryl and the lunchbox accident.

And guess what? Darryl never bothered me again. Not ever.

Now, I’m not saying that you should go around smashing people in the face with your lunchbox. But I am saying don’t bully people. Karma will get you. If not, someone with a hard plastic Beetlejuice lunchbox just might…

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37 responses to “The Bully and the Lunchbox

  1. That is the most.awesome.story.ever. I’ll bet Darryl has a scar.

  2. Damn. This is the best story in the world!! My sisters and I went to a small, private school from K-8, but we rode the bus with some of the more “rough” public school kids and one always teased my sister about anything and everything. I definitely wanted to smash him in the head with my lunchbox a few times. Kudos for then becoming a 2nd grade bad-ass!

  3. Kick ass, Lady πŸ™‚

  4. I loved this story!! Working in schools I see this stuff all the time. Totally love the lunchbox as well haha! Great pictures

  5. blogginglily

    This has inspired me to punch my boss in his big fat stupid face. THANK YOU!

  6. Omg, I cracked up at this. Not at your pain, of course, but at the “big stupid head” part. I had a bully on my bus that used to chant “Noelle smells” and “Noelle is going to hell” (so very clever) over and over again. We were selling lollipops for a fundraiser once, and he stole a bunch from me, and I started to cry that I would have to put that money in myself. All the way home I cried, but I got madder and madder, so when my stop came, I gathered a bunch of lollipops together and smashed the back of his head with them on my way off the bus. He dropped the lollipops he took and I swiped them up and said “I am NOT going to hell. You are!” Hahaha he didn’t bug me anymore. Bully stoppers, unite!

  7. Yeah for you for standing up for yourself! That is my biggest fear, that someone will bully one of my daughters.

    • Oh, some idiot probably will. That was definitely not the only time I’ve been bullied, though I was never harassed too seriously. I’m sure your daughter will stand up for herself! Sometimes I think being bullied teaches a valuable lesson, and I am probably a stronger person because of it. I think it heightened my self-confidence. Not that I am saying bullying is right, but you know what I mean… Life experiences and all that.

  8. Nancy McCartney

    Way to go Lindsey! I am proud of you for sticking up for yourself and hitting him in the head with your lunchbox. He pushed you just too far and deserved his “punishment”!! At least he never bothered you again. That reminds me of of an incident when I was 5 or 6 walking home from school. It was safe in those days. At the top of the street almost everyday, there was this boy Alan who would harass me and block my way down the sidewalk. I remem
    ber how scarey it was….so good for you for reacting the way you did!!

  9. I think the moral of the story is to hit people with your lunchbox. And what a great principal you had!

  10. WOW, your principal is awesome! With that one well-thought out and informed decision he probably made a large impact on many kids’ lives… not only yours and Darryl’s (hope this proverbial kick in pants taught him a lesson!) but also other victims of Darryl and other bullies at the school.

    Also can I just say that your TMNT backpack is awesome?

  11. Bully redemption! I wonder if this story would have been as cool with my Kerokero Kerropi lunchbox? All Sanrio in my elementary school, all the time.

    And since you forgot a disclaimer: oh noooo did this happen just yesterday, oh nooo I’m so sorry!

  12. Your principal is a smart man. I never advocate violence, but if nobody steps in to help a kid, what the heck do they expect? I’m actually shocked that they knew that Darryl was harrassing you and they did NOTHING until you bashed him in the head. Anyway, this is a FABULOUSLY illustrated story, as always!

    • The bus driver definitely knew! But I didn’t tell anyone else except my parents. I think they were probably a bit more laid back on the whole bullying thing back then. Plus he never hurt me or anything. I don’t advocate for violence either, but in this case I feel it was necessary. Darryl sure learned his lesson!

  13. Love it!! And love the ninja turtles backpack. There was a guy on the standing room only bus today that wouldn’t take off his backpack and during my swaying commute, I imagined that he actually COULDN’T take off his backpack because he was actually a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle.

  14. Yay, I love this story. Teach Darryl a lesson! I’m super impressed with your ability to have actually hit him on the head. I feel like I would have clumsily missed or something lol

  15. LOL. You are so cute. I love your Ninja Turtles back pack. I hope you really had that. I think the only thing that was truly hurt here is the lunch box. I hope it survived.

  16. haha yes!! Suck it Darryl!! πŸ˜‰

  17. this is totally awesome. tho it’s given me a hankering to slam my lunchbox over someone’s head too…the hand wants what the hand wants, ted…
    i love all your drawings too. nice touch on the backpacks!! i loled

  18. This is the cutest story ever, I actually got goosebumps at the end of it!

  19. I love love love this story! Everything about it is awesome!

  20. Your story is just so awesome. I wish I had the courage to do that! It’s fantastic that the principal was able to see your side of the story too, what a surprise!

  21. “And you’re lucky that’s all she did to you.”

    Haha! XD I love your principle!!

    Such an awesome story!! So glad you taught that twerp a lesson. hehe :))

    I also love that the bus driver had the brains to defend you. Between him and the principle, they sure put that bully in place :)) !!

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  24. nathaniel moka

    go the beetlejuice lunch box