I was mostly ignored by the other kids by the time of high school. No one would work with me during group assignments and I had no one to sit with at lunch 90% of the time. (I would occasionally see a then friend of mine from elementary school when he had a chance to come to my lunch block and in 9th grade I sat next to a few people from my old middle school) By 11th and 12th grade, I was completely alone.
People would sometimes heckle me and taunt me for a cheap laugh, but it wasn't from the same person, just random passerbys. However there was some fat spic kid in my physical education class who would keep pretending to high five me as a joke. He would taunt me as well. Inevitably, I got sick of his shit and I managed to shove him into a wall. This was my first time fighting back against a bully and it was successful - he backed off for the remainder of the year. I would later see that fat taconigger in my accounting class, the following year. He was mostly too baked to pay attention in class or even sit upright. The druggie didn't seem to remember me, which was nice. He would later drop out of the class a few months into the school year and I would never see him again. Would be nice to find out if he died or not, and if he did I hope he died in the most excruciatingly painful way possible.
There was also some Indian kid who purposefully would call me the wrong name on purpose to get a rise out of me. I ignored him to in an effort give him any more satisfaction but this didn't really work. He still picked on me. Guess he knew I was seething inside. Sadly, I cucked myself out from getting revenge on him due to fears of retaliation from the staff. I wanted to get around this by ambushing him in the bathroom by sneaking up behind him and smashing his head into the bathroom mirrors and rubbing his face all over the broken glass. He wasn't a very strong kid so I would've been able to overpower him. Sadly, this never occurred.
