Classmates Insulted Me for Being Poor, I Promised Revenge and I Am a Woman of My Word – Story of the Day
The bullies at school discovered that my family was crazy poor and tormented me for it. But I swore they wouldn’t get away with it forever and got my revenge several years later.
I grew up in a big family as the oldest of 7 children. But my father was an irresponsible man. He gambled all the money my mother made and couldn’t hold down a job for more than two weeks. He also drank too much and yelled at everyone.
As the eldest of the kids, I tried to protect my siblings, but it wasn’t easy. I was just a child myself. Regardless, I also did well in school, swearing that I would take our family out of poverty.
My family eventually became homeless. | Source: Shutterstock
Some of my classmates were the vainest girls anyone could ever meet, and they noticed immediately that I always had the same clothes on. “You’re wearing the same shirt and pants again, Danielle?” Lucy asked me with disdain on her face.
“Yes. You see, you can wash your clothes and wear them again,” I answered sarcastically.
“You know your shirt has holes on it. Aren’t you embarrassed? Is your family poor?” Brenda asked next and laughed when she saw me blush.
“Of course, they are poor, Brenda. My mother told me she has six brothers and sisters, and her mother works the register at the supermarket,” Lucy added.
Brenda and Lucy were the biggest bullies at school. | Source: Pexels
“Ha! I bet she has a dead-beat father too. God, I hate poor people! I can’t believe I have to be in the same class as her,” Brenda continued. I was shaking from repressed rage at this point, but luckily, our teacher walked in, and they went back to their seats.
Brenda and Lucy tormented anyone they could, not just me. But lately, I had been their main target for some reason, and no one did anything because Lucy’s mom was the school principal. However, I only had a couple of classes with them.
But things were about to get worse for me. That night when I got home, I saw my mom and some of my sisters packing everything they could. “I’m sorry, sweetie. Your father gambled our house, and we have to leave,” my mom told me, crying after I asked what was going on.