Hometown Memories: Flowers On My Ass

Within the first month of my first year in high school, I realized that I had to make some changes thanks to a couple of crass girls that happened to be walking behind me one day on my way home from school. They were loud and obnoxious and making snide remarks about some of the kids walking along with us. Eventually they noticed me and made some nasty comments about the jeans I was wearing.

No more flowers on my ass after that incident,
but the cheesy home perms endured for many years!

They weren't bad-looking jeans, but they did have cutesy flowers on the back pockets, literally on my butt. And that�s what those girls poked fun at: the 'stupid' flowers on my ass. I�d never really thought of it that way but there it was. I had flowers on my ass.

I ignored them and they repeated the insults a little louder. Harsher. I still didn't answer. Eventually they got bored and moved onto someone else. I sighed with relief. The school was full of bad seeds and the last thing you wanted was to be the victim of bullies. Thankfully it was my one and only such experience.

I did get rid of those jeans after I got home that day, and never wore anything like that again. No more noticeable or whimsical designs. No more flowers on this ass.

Looking back now I laugh at the absurdity of it all. But it wasn't very funny at the time.

Have you ever had an experience with bullies?