Last year, I was in gym class which was always my favorite because I’m really good at every sport and am very naturally athletic and strong.
That didn’t matter to my classmates though, because they bullied me relentlessly.
They called me Shirts because I always wear two t-shirts on top of each other so I don’t have to shower and can just take the bottom one off after gym. (There’s a bonus lifehack for you: wear two shirts so you can just take off the sweaty one and not have to shower with a bunch of guys who see your ni!!les)
I minded my own business, secretly plotting against them every day. Each time they called me Shirts, I thought of something I could say or do to get back at them.
One day, we were playing volleyball (I know it’s a girl sport but they do it once a year and everyone has to do it even the guys) and even though I don’t like volleyball at all, I still wanted to win so I was trying my hardest. The other team served DIRECTLY to me, so I jumped up and was about to spike it but this stupid girl on my team got in my way and I ended up tripping on her shoe and the other team scored a point because the ball hit the ground. One of my teammates said “nice one, Shirts” and a guy at the other team laughed.
This time I was ready.
I grabbed the volleyball and threw it REALLY hard at him and it hit his arm (which left a big red mark) and told him “Shut the h!!! up, Jacob” (I said the actual word too, I didn’t bleep it out. Also he normally goes by Krews which is his last name because he thinks it makes him cool). If that wasn’t enough, I also pointed at the guy on the other team who laughed and said “You make me sick!”
Even though I taught them their lesson, the word obviously didn’t spread because everyone else still called me Shirts at the next gym 2 days later.
This is where the real ProRevenge comes in.
Everyone got ready like normal and put their clothes in their lockers and locked them with a padlock and went out to the gym. I went out with them, but as soon as I got out, I told the teacher I had to use the bathroom really bad and grabbed my stomach to make it look like it might be messy and like I might be in there for a while. I went back in the locker room and was the only one there. Everything was going according to plan. I went to my locker, unlocked it, and got the wire coat hanger out that I brought from my house. I bent it into a straight line with a hook at the end. Everyone had locked their lockers, BUT the locker doors are made of those little diamond shape holes which you can easily put stuff through. What I did was take the coat hanger and stick it in their lockers and pull out their school shirt (they wear gym shirts for class). A lot of people put their clothes in their backpack in their locker so I couldn’t open those but I managed to pull out 6 shirts. I didn’t know whose they were but it didn’t matter.
What did I do with those shirts you ask? I’ll tell you.
I took out the permanent market that I brought from my house. With this marker, I wrote “DON’T” on one shirt, “CALL” one another shirt, “ME” on the next shirt, and “SHIRTS” on the other shirt. If you put that all together, they say DON’T CALL ME SHIRTS. (There were two shirts left but they were too dark so the marker didn’t show up but I had enough to say what I wanted to do it was perfect).
If that wasn’t enough, I took these 6 shirts and put them all in the toilet!!!
After that, I went out of the locker room and joined a team of mostly girls so the guys wouldn’t notice I had been gone. When gym was over, I walked into the locker room with everyone like normal and went to my locker and started taking off my shirts and putting the top one back on.
I heard one guy say “dude, where’s my shirt?” and another say “yeah I can’t find mine either.” A minute later some guy went to use the toilet and said “dude there’s a bunch of clothes in the toilet!” and everyone came to look. No one wanted to touch them though because it was in the toilet so they waited for the janitor to come pull them out wearing gloves. He asked if the guys who they belonged to wanted them back and they said no, they were just going to wear their disgusting gym shirts, so he just put them in the garbage can.
The guys were really mad and wanted to know who did it and even though I’m really strong and could easily fight all of them, I prefer to use words instead of fighting, so when they asked me if I did it I said no I don’t know who did it. They asked a bunch of other people who didn’t have their shirt in the toilet and they said no too. Everyone went to shower like a bunch of weirdos while I had the satisfaction of knowing I had totally destroyed and embarrassed all of them. Only 4 people called me Shirts the ENTIRE rest of the year because deep down I think they knew who did it, and they knew better than to mess with me again.