A wierd deviation from bullying.
There was this young kid when I was in my last year at school who was like five or so years my junior who somehow got it into his head that he could pick on me. No idea what the trigger was, but when shifting classrooms this little brat just walked up to me and insulted me. I told him to stuff it. He continued and even tried to shove me, so I grabbed him by his collar, dragged him to the wall and was about to give him a mouthful (not the physical mouthful mind you), but then a teacher came stomping around and started yelling at me for abusing this poor kid. Told her she's got it wrong and he was starting a fight, which I was about to end when she came along. Teacher called bullshit and would have seen my disciplined if my own class teacher hadn't told her in no uncertain terms that I wasn't the kind of person to go abusing people.
Ever since then, the kid thought it was funny to do things like scream insults at me or even throw empty cans my way. Always from a save distance and with friends of course. As soon as I turned his way he ran straight for the aforementioned teacher and lied the blue out of the heavens that I was threatening him. And the teacher, obviously having a mindset of "cute kids can't be evil little anklegnawers, always believed him and threatened me with disciplinary actions, even when I had friends around attesting to that little gnats aggressions, she just flat-out wouldn't believe us over that little ****.
Then I graduated, end of story.
Never really felt bullied as much as it was simply annoying as hell and a couple times I really had the mind to punt that brat through a wall, consequences be damned, but I had friends (or rather that one friend) who kept telling me it's not worth it.
There were other instances of people trying to bully me, but being indifferent to their taunts usually made them uninterested very swiftly. But that kid ... 