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My second and third bullies happened in sixth grade. (My sissy will always be my first.) They were two seasons older, swagging adult height and athletic strength. They were going to kick my ass and all I could think of was that school wasn't like The Brady Bunch... at all. I don't remember what I blurted or how they inspired it but I promise you it was sarcastic and weird as fuck. They started to laugh. I remember the prettier one slapping his in hand in mine and telling me I was alright. "Anybody mess with me will have to answer to them." They were a team." If anybody hassled me, any basketball team member in close proximity would fuck them up. I made them laugh and they silenced every attack during their reign and after. From sixth to eighth I was astonishingly protected. Crap! School "is" like the Brady Bunch. Shit! I'm Peter Brady! My sister thought she was Marcia because she was older and cooler but she was really Cindy. Always getting into a fight. 13-Sep-2020