Did you ever have a personal arch-enemy in school?

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Any stories?
My arch-enemy was named Paul. He would hit me in the back of the head during recess and then run away (4th grade). I could never catch him because he was faster than me. I hated that guy.

Answer 1

Yep. I had three, two I was able to get away from, one I couldn't.

--The one I had in 3rd grade was one of the first kids in school to ever pick fights with me on a consistent basis, because at the time I was the "nice kid" in school, the "momma's boy" (and I don't care what you all say--there is nothing wrong with being a momma's boy at the age of eight years). I didn't want to fight anyone, but one dark day, I came home to school in tears, my father beat the crap out of me (as usual) and threatened to do this to me and worse *at school* if I didn't start beating kids up, any kids, and being mean...so I went after the arch-enemy.

I had no stand-up skills, was the fat kid....my sole tactic was a primitive ground-and-pound strategy I half-picked up from watching pro-wrestling, half from watching firsthand me, my sisters and my mother get beat like dogs by my *psychotic* dad, and a few tiny percent extra from sneaked peeks I got of my father's old Korean-War era Naval Manual on Close-Quarters Combat. Because I was a *good* speed reader that way, and have a near-eidetic (photographic) memory still for what I read.

But I digress...point is my whole fight game was to lunge in (hoping that adrenaline and mass would make up for a lack of muscle), get the tackle or double-leg, drop them, sit on their stomachs or chests, and either choke the crap out of them, gouge their faces, or slap and chop their faces (I was a little kid with mushy, double-jointed knuckles, and nobody bothered teaching *me* how to make a fist, ok?) into mush until an adult showed up.

I beat the crap out of my arch enemy back then some...ten, twelve times. Enough to earn a reputation and to refine a few skills. Even after my family moved away, the good news was that I only got my tail kicked half the time with what pathetic little skills I had....though I do confess my older sis, who boxed and did karate too, also had enough of a rep that folks thought twice in general about messing with us....

--I had one in 11th grade, was an ex-best friend, until his dad told him "no", and one day I found myself having to choose between stepping up myself or seeing my kid sisters get attacked by that punk's whole damn family....and yeah, you're a punk if you train to be an amateur boxer and you *still* need your roided-out dad and psychotic moms to cover your damn back, sorry.....

Needless to say, I stood up for my kid sister, but nobody in my own messed-up family stood up for me when I got swarmed and dog-piled and beaten down to the point of it making me look like I got hit by a truck. Sad part of it was....the punk's family actually called the cops *before* the damn fight so they got their word in first, and made it look like a one-on-one deal between me and the ex-best-friend, who was a year and a half younger than me. Meaning? *I* nearly went to JAIL instead of the hospital for getting my head caved in.....all because my drunk, stupid, brain-damaged mom had to pick a bone or two with a bunch of stoner Italians...

--And finally, the one I couldn't get away from....my own older sister, who insisted on being "smarter" than I was, having more friends, being the better jock athlete (though I had no interest in that) and the better punk in a fight.....it got old as hell and annoying really quick, always having to compete with my sister like this....

But what's even more annoying is that she gave it up.

She got herself pregnant when she turned 16 just so she could have *two* legal reasons to get married and out from under our mother at the time....and after all that, wound up getting pregnant some four times in three years, which eventually led to heart trouble on her part (pregnancy stress plus not being able to control the weight after the 2nd one....).

So yeah....she competed with me and made my childhood a hell, only to throw it all away and end up with kids and more messed up than I am....only her faith and her need to get her kids raised keeps her alive these days...

Answer 2

Yes I did and still do. My arch enemy was once my bestfriend; would just constantly be a stupid immature person. And would randomly yell stupid things during the middle of the class, and everyone would think its funny. But really it was quite disturbing, but now she's on a behaviour contract for her ridiculed behaviour

Answer 3

Yeah, there was this girl that I went to school with from kindergarten to 12th grade. We competed in EVERYTHING. I was always more popular. She always got the better grades. But, we competed over those things.

Answer 4

No, but my best friend was also my most bitter rival on the high school wrestling team.