[Vicky.]

Best would be outright telling the bully teacher in our school to F off. It had been a long time coming but how it ended up was..we had a school trip to lightwater valley. The night before I ran away from a detention as I was a bit of a twat. So he decided that he would let me board the bus and that, then tell me infront of everyone that I wasn't going. Which was usual for him BUT, he also said I would not be getting refunded the 30 quid my mother paid. Which kind of set me off on one, and I still to this day think I was right to say that they would have to refund her if they didn't let me go I didn't expect a refund then and there, and had not actually mentioned it either so he clearly brought it up to make me rage and maybe to make me look stupid. Anyway, a rather large argument followed, during which I basically told him every thing that was wrong with him, he then told me I WOULD go back to school and spend the day writing lines, to which I told him to **** right off, to a lot of giggling, left the bus and kind of strutted out of the school like I owned the place..with him yelling at my back. Ended up with a week suspension mind, which I still do not understand why the school classed having a week off as a punishment, unless it was so that your parents also punished you, but when I told my mum she said I was entirely right, the guy was a dick, and then started going on at the school for the refund So if the plan was to make my mother kick off, it didn't really work that well, my dad deathstared me for a while though.

It wasn't the incident as such, it was..how it felt to finally tell the horrible man what I actually thought, along with enjoying the other srudents telling me for weeks they wish they had the balls to say stuff like that. Oddly enough, he was nicer with me after that..I also think, in a way, this was what laid the foundations for my being a bit of a gobby twat as an adult.