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I was in 8th grade and three boys in my class had been teasing me about being autistic. We’ll call them A**hole, D*ckhead, and B*ttface. They called me a retard, asked me simple questions like I was stupid, and made fun of my weight. I went to the teachers, but all I got was a sympathetic pat on the head or “boys wills be boys”. With graduation coming up, I had a plan. The night before graduation, I got my cell phone and the school directory. I went to a small Catholic school of about 500 people, and every year, they printed a book containing every student’s address and home phone number. I had heard A**hole talking about how he, D*ckhead, and B*ttface were going to the movies around 5, so at 5:30, I called his house. Mrs. A**hole answers. I say “Hi Mrs. A**hole! This is (name) from A**hole’s class!” “Oh sorry, A**hole isn’t here right now.” “Ok, but I just thought you’d like to know how your son’s been treating me this year.” I then describe exactly what A**hole’s been doing to me. Mrs. A**hole is silent for a bit, and then thanks me and says goodbye. I do the same thing with D*ckhead and B*ttface’s parents. The next day, we just go to school for like an hour in the morning to practice graduation. A**hole, D*ckhead and B*ttface walk up to me and start screaming. Apparently, their parents decided to take away anything they would have been given to celebrate graduating. A**hole lost 500 bucks, D*ckhead lost a new iPhone, and B*ttface lost a brand new Xbox One. And it gets better, because a few days later, B*ttface and his parents shows up at my door. His mom said, as further punishment for being such a jerk to me all year, he wasn’t going to let his present go to waste. So B*ttface hands over that shiny new Xbox One and a copy of Assassin’s Creed IV. Apparently his mom works at a clinic for mental disorders and him calling me retarded really ticks her off.

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