I was a miserable bully

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When you want to hear a funny story, then you have come to the right place. This is me and this is my real life story. Being funny could be my second name. I did a lot of things that made me stand out while growing up. Though not too proud of some of them, but the deed has been done and I am only telling you my story. I pray that none of my kids will be that funny because it was not a good one. I believe you don't want to try me. If you do, then take a seat, sit down, get chilled water and some snacks. Make sure not to laugh too much because you will be tempted to. Hahaha 😄. Welcome to my story.

While growing up, I was a very troublesome little girl who wants to make trouble with everyone that I see. You know the saying that says " one day for the thief and ninety nine days for the owner. WOW 😲. Did I say it correct? Hahahaha 🤣. Please 🙏 help me say it the correct order. One day I fail out of luck. I was still in primary school then and in primary three. I have fought with lots of kids and some of them were afraid of me, thinking that I have one bone like they thought. After classes, we were about going home when I started making my usual troubles looking for a child to fight. I was unlucky because I messed with the wrong child without knowing it. When I started, the girl gave her friend her school bag to keep for her and asked me to come outside for the real fight. I was alert because it has not happened before that a child will challenge me for a fight. I became afraid inside but I didn't show anyone so that they will not turn me to their laughing stock.

The real fight began almost immediately. I thought it was a joke. I actually thought that when I come outside the classroom she will be gone. But no, she was right there waiting for me. By this time, almost all the pupils were waiting to see what will happen. I gave my bag to a friend who was cheering me to go that I can beat her. I was brought to the floor immediately the fight began. Ahhhh! Everyone started shouting and hailing her name. I was still on the floor and don't know how to stand up because of shame. Our friends came to separate us and they asked us to continue the fight. My own friend told me to continue the fight until I have thrown her also on the floor. I knew that there was danger already. I refuse to fight, instead I started making noise that she pushed me down when I was not prepared to start the fight. As I was saying that I was only on my way to my house. Hahaha 😄. He who fights and run, lives to fight another day. 😄 I ran for my dear life.

From that day on, I reduce the noise of beating other children in the class because everyone knows that I can really fight, I was only making noise. My power dey my mouth. Hahaha 😄. But I no fit fight.

This story is non fiction, and it was inspired by the hive learners community contest for week 80 edition 3: funny story.