I remember there being kids that stood out for whatever reason. There was a really ugly kid named Benny that we used to all make fun of and try to bully but damn. That kid bully proof. If he saw you staring at him from across the lunch room, he'd walk all the way up to you and punch you in the stomach. The girls were usually pretty good at taking really socially awkward girls and trying to be their friend, too. Even the ugliest, poorest girl would have a popular girl try to make them feel comfortable and let them into their circle. That was a different time and we lived in a smaller town.
As for me, I was a weak kid. I didn't feel comfortable around others. I didn't talk much. I would go an entire day without saying a word to anybody sometimes. Then, other days, it felt like everything I said would make the class laugh. I was pretty inconsistent. I would have been the perfect victim for a bully but (despite being fairly poor) I had really great looks and I was pretty good at acting like I belonged. People actually wanted me to be part of the cooler crowd but I never was. I just sort of existed.
So, no. I wasn't bullied. No exciting bully stories to tell, either. I can relate because I can think like a victim but I can't really give personal experiences.
