She terrorized me every day, after school in the 6th grade for one year. She'd put her arm around me (she was about a foot taller than me) and pretend we were friends on the playground sharing secrets, so the teachers wouldn't suspect anything, all the while she'd whisper into my ear you're ass is grass after school
I was only 10. I used to run as fast as I could home so I wouldn't get my ass beat. I was approx. 4'1 and weighed about 50-60 pounds, she was approx. 5'0 and she weighed over 160. The first day she bullied me, was the first day my panic attacks started, at 10 years old. I felt like I was having a heart attack.
So, yes, I looked her up, and to my great amusement and satisfaction found out she never left the small podunk town we lived in. To make things even better, she works at a gas station in a really bad part of town. She looked miserable, let herself go and remains single. She thought she was going to marry rich and be famous one day.
Karma is most definitely sweet and I will never regret feeling happy that she got her just desserts. Not always, but for the most part in life, you get out, what you put in, and all that girl put in, was hatred and malice.
As for me, I am loved and I love, and my life is beautiful. And, I will never be so terrorized and bullied that I will be forced to run home crying again.