That scene also reminded me about my high school boy who'd harassed me in my very first week at school... (he kicked me fell off my chair and made fun of me during the class)

but he only did that once because I fight back and gave him real good shot and slam him on the floor (That's when I become the legend among the first year lol)

Even though he didn't harass me anymore, I still hate that guy because he keeps on harassed other student who can't fight back. And everybody knows that I really hate him so much that my face will turn cold every time I heard his name or heard about him bullied others.



But I heard that he change a lot in a very last month before he leaves the school (he got kick off school, of course) and trying to apologize for everybody he used to bully and I heard that he even trying to find me too... that time I just don't care, and I won't accept his apologize. Even he really feels guilty about what he did.

Because I want him to remember me, remember that what he did to others won't go away like it never happens just by saying sorry.

And to remember that he deserved to be hate....



He even called me and try to talk to me in the canteen and I just walk away, don't even look back. That's the last time I see him.



Now... looking back to that day as grown up, I feel like it is actually me who is the real jerk....