My bully's name was "Butch" Johnson. 

His real name was Francis but only his mom called him that.

And only when he was in trouble, which was a lot!

Butch decided early on in our relationship that I was going to be his target.

A few times he tried to steal my lunch money but being able to run uphill faster than Butch was a great feat and he tired easily.

During my second year in high school, I decided Butch needed to be knocked down a step or two and one day, instead of running, I stood there with Butch grinning like he did when he was going to beat the tar out of somebody.

Rule Number 1 of Street Fighting: Any target is a legal target

They say to be a manly fighter, low blows should not be attempted but, I never bragged about being a manly fighter and aimmed a kick straight into Butch's testicles.

He dropped and began crying like a little girl(who just got kicked in the nuts if girls had nuts!!!) and as an added bonus, his wallet fell out of his pocket.

He had ten dollars and some pennies.

Lunch was on Butch.

Course, payment for defending myself needed to be paid.

I did have a witness for my side.

Mr. Victor, 3rd period english, stated that Butch instigated the whole affair, and I, your darling kitty in Cyberspace, was a victim (And I did give Butch his wallet back, minus ten dollars!) plus the students gathered about screaming, BUTCH THE WUSS, but I still got a two week suspension plus a week detention after I came back.

If I had giving back the ten dollars, my principal said I would have gotten more time.

He said that with a smile and a thumbs up. (Just kidding, he told me, "Now get out of my office and go enjoy yourself for Christmas break!")

Butch never did try to bully me again. 

He did have to lose a nut years later, but I didn't have anything to do with that. 

God did.