Ok so when I was old enough to be trusted outside (9) me and my family moved to Spain, which naturally meant going to school in a place where you didn't speak the language well. While I was there I made friends and enemies, one enemy in particular, his name was Sergio and we hated eachother, he would always try and show me up because he was a problem child (he was crying of constipation in class one time then his mum turned up to take him home and he just started shouting at her telling her to -blam!- off) Anyway this one day in particular was a Wednesday, I remember it was a Wednesday because every Wednesday there is a market right next to our school and the clever bastards put a sweet stand right by the fence, so naturally we would ask our parents for euros to spend and I would by the good stuff, Melones: http://www.confitelia.com/WebRoot/StoreES/Shops/ea3441/4F42/19FA/CA2F/2476/8E0F/AC10/1417/2A3A/MELONES-CHICLE-PAQUETES.gif Llenguas: http://www.confitelia.com/WebRoot/StoreES/Shops/ea3441/50FF/CADA/B16C/37CD/46D5/AC10/1417/4F8D/LENGUAS-FINI-BOLSITA.jpg Anything sweet to a child at that point, But this -blam!-ing kid Sergio bought a bag full of olives, and just spent the whole day throwing them at me, but I didn't hit him... Yet. it came to lunchtime and he still had them, I sat down and was about to eat one of the few things I would eat from this school, chicken and mash (I should probably mention at this point I hated olives and not just because he was throwing them at me) But this -blam!-er Sergio just wanted to keep going, so he sat opposite me and kept throwing olives. And the miracle shot happened, it bounced off of my eye and into my mash, I did mention that I hated olives but to the point where I couldn't eat anything they touched. So at this point I was done, I calmly put my knife and fork down on the table and looked at him with that shit eating grin. I then walked the long way around the table when I got to the end of the table and as I was walking towards him we where both staring each-other down. As I was approaching him his shit eating from turned into a retarded facial expression like his face was melting (halfway in-between a "watchu gunna do" + "uh oh"). And then there I was, I stood right next to him and he turned to face me... And I cocked my arm right back and laid into his face, busted his nose and (I think) knocked one of his teeth out. Aware of the shitstorm of trouble I was about to get into for defending my white English self against a homeland a Spanish kid I calmly sat back down at my chair and awaited judgement, Which consisted of sitting by the reception for the rest of lunch only to be told to go to class. But it didn't end there as much as I wish it did, the next day he brought in a knife tucked into his trousers and flashed it to me and my mates while we was playing a game of connect 4... Now I want you to picture this: 3 9-10 year olds playing connect 4 wearing hoodies, nike caps and Adidas trainers looking like the little shits we where but playing connect 4 innocently(ish) and then being intimidated by another 9-10 year old with a knife. So after that I asked my friends as to what they think I should do to which they told me to tell the teacher, which I did. Once again come lunch time he has sped past everyone making a dash for the front gate, jumped over to which a police car pulled up and a cop started chasing him on foot... over the next couple of weeks many rumours started to circulate... some said he was in juvie, but I think that because he got in one little fight his mum got scared and said "you're moving with your aunty & uncle in bel-air". [b]TL;DR : I ruined a kids educational prospects by punching him in the face.[/b] Now, when and how did you stand up to a bully? And what happened afterwards?