#the stupid s'mores sandwich cookie

[nym-phii-v2]

I had a metabolism day today. In the morning I was tracking my calories, I had a protein bar for breakfast and then a sandwich after. Pretty good, I normally wouldn't have eaten the sandwich but it was positively bussin so I'm not mad about it. Then I got in the shower after reading my Bible, and when I got put I saw that my parents had made a bonfire in the yard and they were about to make s'mores. I was nervous at first, but then I made one and just kept going. Not in a "oh no I ruined my progress might as well eat everything" kind of way, but in a "I'm having fun actually and I'm not gonna let this stupid disorder ruin it for me" kind of way. I actually don't really regret it. I also had a protein shake. When we went inside I got to try some of these AMAZING Naan bread chip things with spinach artichoke dip and it was fuckingggg SOO GOOOD I ate like 30 lmao. Then we ate dinner and I had some cookies lol. It was a LOT of food and I probably overate a bit, but that's not surprising since I usually deprive my body of nutrients. I finally got to spend some meaningful time with my family, and talk and joke and LAUGH and have fun. I felt so much less alone than I normally do. Anyway, my point is, let yourself have a break every once in a while. Use it to reconnect with people. I'm usually so panicky around food that I stay in my room a lot, but today I had fun. And I'm proud, and I don't feel that guilty. Celebrate the small victories, it will help keep you sane. Anyway I will definitely be back on my bullshit tomorrow (I already miss feeling empty) so I'll see y'all then lmao

#c 🦋 #c🦋 #nymphii runs her mouth ♡

[prorevenge]

Bully my sister? Enjoy the most miserable day of your life and a few months of therapy.

Some Information before we start: (long story, tl:dr at the end)

I was interning at a local wilderness camp as a counselor in training. It is run by a local group of conservationists who aim to teach younger kids (ages 5-11) about nature, wildlife, conservation, etc. As a counselor in training, I was basically a counselor except I wasn't paid. Each camp session lasted Monday-Friday. Each day has a specific purpose as follows: Monday was introductory day. Tuesday was activity day. Wednesday was hike day. Thursday was lake day. Friday was talent show and pick up day.

The whole ordeal started during my third week interning. During this particular week, my sister was attending the camp as a camper. At the time, she was 10 and I was 14. She got a great price at the camp ($150 for a full sleep-away camp from Monday-Friday) due to my internship and my mother's great relationship with the camp director (more on that later). During this same week, I also had the (dis)pleasure of meeting the most horrible child I have ever met. We will call him SLS, or stupid little shit.

My first taste of SLS's antics was no sooner than five minutes after arrival when he interrupted my sister's game of frisbee and flung the frisbee deep into the woods. I had to go fetch it, and I got more than a few scratches from digging through nasty little manzanita bushes to find it. My sister immediately approaches SLS after he threw the frisbee, and being the innocent person she is, tried to inform him what he did was mean. He spat in her face. This was the beginning of SLS's week from hell.

After getting a talk-down from a counselor, SLS was seemingly unfazed, except for the fact he made it his goal to ruin my sister's camp experience. During the course of the day, he spilled lasagna on her outfit during dinner, called her an array of insults ranging from "fat" to "stupid cow" to "poor little bitch". Finally, he violently tackled her to the ground during a game of ultimate frisbee. Make no mistake, SLS was 11 years old, around 100lbs and a head taller than my sister. It was so bad that my sister came crying to me at the end of the night and said she wanted to go home. While this was not an option (my mom had already left for a girls-trip in SF), I promised her I would make sure SLS would stop bullying her.

The next day, SLS continued to treat everyone like shit, and continued to single out my sister. Unfortunately, he was not in my assigned group, but he apparently tripped her twice, threw her fishing rod into the nearby fishing pond and splashed her in the creek. When he got back, he was incredibly smug. Apparently, the counselor in his group made no real effort to stop him, only rapping his knuckles each time then continuing to let him bully my sister. That night at dinner, I gave him his first taste of revenge by forcing him to talk with me during the campfire and causing him to miss out on s'mores and dessert. While it was small, I was still focused on formulating my master plan of ruining SLS's week. He also called me a cunt.

The next day was Wednesday, or hike day. I started preparations the night before by specifically requesting that he and my sister were separated AND requesting to be in his group. Now, as a counselor in training, it was my job to stock the packs with lunches the night before the hike. I put the sack lunches in every kid's pack, making sure one pack had an especially nasty tuna sandwich. I also "forgot" to add the fruit and cookie. I marked it by buckling all the buckles together,

On the morning of hike day, I gathered my group and distributed all the packs, making sure SLS got the one I had rigged. We marched into the woods, with me pointing out different kinds of trees and whatnot until eventually we stopped in a meadow to eat lunch. Of course, SLS threw a massive fit when he found out about his lunch. He suspected it was me due to our talk the previous night, but I claimed no wrong doing, and due to my good relationship with the camp and his previous wrongdoings, nothing was made of it.

Anyways, we arrived at the camp later that afternoon, and he started demanding me I take him to the dining room because he was starving (he didn't touch the sandwich). I calmly explained to him that I couldn't because I didn't have a key to get into the kitchen (I did). He started throwing a temper tantrum, loudly cussing in front of the rest of the group with kids as young as five years old. Bingo. Later that night I brought my case to the camp director, and with some gentle prodding, I convinced her he was unfit to spend time with the rest of the group tomorrow at the lake. Instead, he would sit out and wait - with me.

The next day was the fabled lake trip, and the reason most people signed up for the camp. We loaded up into a school bus and a few vans the next morning. Once again, I was on pack duty the night before, and I conveniently misplaced a few items in his pack, which was specially labeled this time. When we arrived at the lake, the entire group settled down on a nice spot on the beach. Due to a staff shortage, I was left alone with SLS. I started by choosing a terrible spot away from the main group in the heat of the sun. it was mid july at the time, and I think it was about 88 degrees. He had not brought a hat, and despite me offering, refused to use any sunblock. While the rest of the camp enjoyed the lake, he sat there with me, overheating in the sun for five straight hours. He didn't help himself by wolfing down his sandwich almost immediately. I had brought my phone (counselor privileges), but for him, he had nothing to do but play with the sand. By the end of the day, he was bright red like a cherry tomato, and fuming about the lake trip. In fact, it got so bad he started saying really dark stuff, like how he was gonna gut everyone at the camp. I managed to record this on my phone, and later that night I showed the recordings to the director. Obviously, she was horrified, and contacted his parents immediately. They said they could not make it until the next morning, which was perfect, as it meant he had to spend a night with me in my private bunk (he was deemed to be a hazard to other campers and thus removed from his bunk). That night I slept directly under him and stayed up until well past midnight making loud annoying noises. He was also in pain from his extreme sun burn. When he complained in the morning I claimed i talked in my sleep, and that was that.

Finally, the icing on the cake was him being publicly shamed when his parents arrived during breakfast, pulling him out in front of the entire camp. The director and I went to his parents and I explained all the terrible things he had done to my sister over the week. The parents seemed rational enough and explained to me he had a history of behavioral issues. I recommended therapy due to his comments about slaughtering the camp, and they said they would consider it. Later I was informed by the director, through my mother, that he was in fact sent to a weekly behavioral therapy class for a few months. The next two weeks on interning went without a hitch.

TL;DR Evil kid physically and emotionally bullies my sister, causes her misery. I return the favor by causing him ti be a hungry, sunburnt and tired wreck by the end of the week. He also goes to therapy.

(source) (story by k155l35)

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