[NoahSD]

In eighth grade there was this kid who my friends and I used to pick on relentlessly.

In English class, a friend and I used to sit by the table where the teacher would keep stacks of books that we were gonna read next/had just read. During class, we'd throw a book or two at the kid every once in a while, and he was too embarrassed at how much we harassed him to tell on us.

One day there was one of those big red middle school dictionaries on the table. I threw it at him and he ran out of the room crying. His mom picked him up and he didn't come to school for the next day or two.

I didn't get in trouble cause I managed to blame it on some other kid I hated.

I still feel really bad about all the [censored] I did to this kid for no reason. It's so weird how natural it seemed at the time.