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Hi! My name is Kaetlynn. My story might be short because I only remember just a few points of it, and I guess that is a good thing. My dad is a Marine. (So I move around to different places, A LOT.) When I moved to Oceanside, CA, I went to a school on a Military base. Beginning of 6th grade is when it started. Nobody really talked to me, didn't want to be seen with me, said I was ugly. Basically I wasn't good enough to be a "cool kid" Come 7th grade, this boy (Whose name I won't mention) sat next to me in class. He liked me at first. But then one day he called me ugly, so my teacher moved him. From that day on he was horrible to me. I walked home everyday, so if I was walking home he would be far away, and if he saw me he would yell "B****!!!" Really loud, and all his friends and the girls with him would laugh. At school he would tell me "You're lucky you're a girl because if you weren't I would slap you." I told him I would have my dad talk to him, but he would say "Your dad is a white p**** B****" He would call me "snitch" everyday, and would bully me online by calling me a "b****." It went on & on. I went to the office at least 4 times and the principal never did anything. All she would say is "Please stop bothering her." Finally, after a 5th time of going, my mom threatened to get the police, and a restraining order involved. He FINALLY stopped. But it still went on here and there with other people, I was the "different" kid, even though i looked and acted perfectly normal, everyone around me would look and talk about me like I was something nasty or weird or different. It REALLY sucked to go through that all for 7th grade, and 8th grade. But I still kept my grades to all A's and tried to ignore it. Come high school everything eventually got better. Here and there kids will be mean and try to say nasty rumors to people that I "do stuff" with people. And the people who say this? I don't even know them. But if you are ever bullied reach out and get help! Don't be scared if you bug adults at school or anywhere too much about it. They need to help you.
Hi. My name is Si'erra, and I have a personal bullying story I would like to share. It was a few months after school had started, and I was in my second period science class. A girl had came in because she transferred her class for an unknown reason. I thought Wow! Were getting a new person in our class. How exciting! But then my science teacher told her to sit in the desk next to me, to which she replied "No! I don't like her". I was so confused and set back by this. She barely knew my NAME and already, she was going to say that she didn't like me! I tried to push my feelings down and continue with my work, but it bothered me for the rest of the day.
A couple days later, the bell had rang for the end of science and I was still packing up. The girl had gotten in trouble and had to stay for a couple of minutes. And the whole time she kept calling me slow and yelled at me "Shoo bug shoo!" I wanted to say so many mean things back, but I just held it in and continued on my way. I was so mad! It went on like this, her calling me mean names like stupid, ugly, dumb, poor, childish. Then, during science again one day, we working making poster boards for the science fair project. She kept commenting behind my back saying that my poster board looked childish. Then she did something that no one who's ever bullied me has EVER done. She threw markers at me. I was really set off by this and began yelling at her and throwing them back, which I got in trouble for. I guess I didn't learn my lesson from that, because a few days later, she told her friend to throw something at me during lunch, and she did. I was so angry that I grabbed my eaten up chicken bone and threw it right at her. That night, I got into even more trouble than before. And because of that, I decided that I was going to ignore her. I knew it was going to be hard at first, and it was, but a month later it stopped.
But that was only for a couple of months. It was in my third period history class that everything changed. We were being paired up for a project, and we could only work in groups of four. Me and my friends paired up together, but we needed an extra person. My teacher suggested this guy who also bullied me, but not as frequently as the girl. I told him that I couldn't work with him, and another girl in my class kept complaining that I complain too much. I started arguing with her, which turned into an argument against the girl who was bullying me. My teacher broke us up, but the girl continued to bully me. So then, my friend pulled me out the class to talk to me. She said that I should report it to my guidance counselor or the front office. I didn't want to do it at first, since I did it with the girl who last bullied me and I was the only person that got in trouble. But I decided that enough was enough, and it was time for me to take action.
After class I reported the bullying case to the office, who made me write a report about it. I thought that would be the end of it, but it turns out that the girl had to write a report too. She said that all she ever told me was to "shut up" because I was a loud person, even though I knew that DEFINITELY wasn't true! Afterwards, I went to my fourth period gym class, where all the eighth graders have their gym class together. I sat in my squad, which was right next to hers. And she kept talking about me like I wasn't there, calling me so many names, and the only thing I could do was just sit there and be forced to listen.
Then, during math, something happened that I will NEVER forget! I went up to go get a piece of paper, and I heard a girl in my class say that I was not being bullied, and how she was bullied previously. I wanted to scream "AND YOU DON'T THINK I HAVEN'T?!" But instead, I started arguing that words DO hurt! Words hurt me! And then the girl who bullied me started yelling at me to shut up.
And that's when I completely snapped.
I went on and on ranting about how sick and tired I was of hearing her mouth. It went on for a couple minutes until my math teacher told me to go take a walk. I slammed the door as hard as I could and stormed out the classroom crying. I was so broken down inside. I couldn't take anymore of it. I ended up staying in my student helper's room for the rest of the day, and a few days later, the girl got expelled for beating up a seventh grader.
I just want to say that, in the end, things will get better. And I'm not just saying that! And if your being bullied, then tell your guidance counselor or your parents or anyone that you can trust! Because you can't keep going on like this! Trust me, they'll know how to help.
Okay so my story starts when I was in 3rd grade . Everything had been good up until then. I wasn't ever the prettiest , at the time I was struggling with my weight , and I struggled in school a lot . I got made fun of a lot and I didn't have any friends but one the friend that I had have since kindergarten . I dreaded going to school . Everyday i got made fun of . People would whisper under there breath things like ugly , fatty , stupid , hippo , whale , and a lot of other things . It never really got physical there would be people shoving shoulders and push sometimes . I went home and cried most nights . It was like that most the year until the last couple months . When I randomly got presents from a boy at school . We ended up dating he made me feel like I really had someone .The mean comments and occasional pushes still were there but it didn't both me as much while me and (unnamed boy) were dating . We dated all through 4th grade and most of 5th grade until middle of the year when we broke up. 5th grade we basically weren't together we never really talked .5th grade was really bad . I was a "tom boy" . I still was struggling with my weight and was very self conscious . So I wore more lose shirts and sweat pants most the time . I didn't have any real friends most the time I just hung around with the boys . One of them I had a crush on . I told a girl that I thought was my real friend . She told him and he said ew I would never date her . She came to me after that laughing telling me what he said and said that no guy likes me because I'm ugly . I went how that night crying .the rest of that year was bad . It was third grade all over again . 6th grade wasn't as bad . I got use to the pushes and rude comments I had gotten close with a guy and we ending up dating . We dated for around 8 months . It started off good then around 5 months he tried make do sexually things like send him pictures and other thing . It ended up getting physical rarely but it did . He would punch me in the chest , push me against walls aggressively , or aggressively grab me to wear it hurt . I eventually ended up getting out of that relationship . The night we did break up I went running to my best friend whom was a guy that I had know since pre-k . He comforted me and was there for me made me feel special told me I was beautiful and that he loved me . We ended up dating 2 months later and dated for 8months it was a horrible relationship but I chose not to see it like everyone else did . But He was really rude to me all the time . Told me I would never be enough that I wasn't beautiful wouldn't ever stick up for me when his friends called me rude named he would just sit there and laugh when one of his friends grabbed my butt it was bad . Over summer heading into 7th grade I struggled with depression and it caused me to lose a lot of weight I went through a really tough time I found out that my grandma that I was really close to had cancer my parents were always arguing and I didn't have anyone it felt like .i started cutting it got pretty bad . 7th grade got a lot better . I didn't get made fun of as much but an occasional freak etc. It didn't bother me that much . I was still going through a lot at home and with my boyfriend . I met this guy Cody . He was really sweet . Always there for me . He was the first one that I told about me cutting . We were on the phone when I told him . I'd never heard someone cry so hard . He didn't tell me to stop . Instead he helped me through it and helped me stop . I ended up falling in love with him . I didn't have to guts to tell him for 3 months . I told him the night I broke it off with my boyfriend tuned out he felt the same way . We decided it was best to wait . When we did start dating it was amazing . He was always making me feel special and wanted . We've been dating 5months today . My boyfriend have me hope. I love him and can't imagine wear I would be without him
My name is Emmeline (pronounced like Em-ah-lyn). My story isn't all that bad, but I want to show a new form of bullying most teachers in my school don't recognize and my story that was mentioned
very subtly to my friends.
When I was little, and in kindergarten, I was pretty chubby and naive, so people were always annoyed at me. I had never noticed this; if they laughed at me, I would think I had said something funny which made me do more embarrassing things. I was friendly and always saying "hi" to people I haven't known long and they give me a weird look; if they're a guy, they would think I like them. First and second grade was the same thing. Finally my senses came to me: one day at school this boy (who would be soon be called "popular") had laughed at me because I was very weird in my own way. Then I thought, why is he laughig at me? It wasn't that funny.
So, because I regretted the way I was, I changed.
My parents (coincidentally) said I needed to lose weight because the doctor said I was overweight. If I was younger, I would have protested. But I was so eager to change I said yes. I was on a diet and it was a huge help. I lost about 15 pounds. Once the happy, friendly, naive girl, I realized people don't like that. Why? I always asked myself. Now I know. But more on that later.
Eventually I became more shy, stopped raising my hand (because my answers would be wrong and "ridiculous"), and stopped making more friends. That boy who made fun of me though, sort of became friends with me just because we always talked in class (and I must admit I sorta had a crush on him). But by the fourth grade, I learned my lesson not to say hi to him. And then he said the most stupidest thing about me when a friend of mine mentioned me: "Who's Emmeline?"
I was pretty mad, but getting mad over those things is stupid. Wasting your time on those people isn't worth it.
Things changed a lot after fifth and sixth. I had changed, and by the sixth grade that boy was in my class yet again. We both learned our lesson: to not speak to one another. We mostly just spoke like one or twice a day, but that was it. I was still naive in that year, but now I'm in seventh grade, and I would say I have been "evolved." I'm usually sarcastic now, speaking quietly to people who would judge me, but with friends I would be myself. I started dressing differently too, and still had to maintain my weight even though I still love food. People had been mad at me at gym; if I don't do a good job on the team, if I dropped the ball - but those people, like I said, aren't worth it (btw, people are judging me cuz we didn't win the game? Well, 1. I'm not that good in sports because 2. I'm an asthmatic). I even cried once, but got over it.
Today, people in school don't bullying you in a very blunt way. They do it more manipulatively, but I know I'm not fooled. (I even made myself my own quote) They would ask you to come over and hang out with your group, slowly making you feel comfortable with them and behind your back - laughter about what ridiculous things you do. If you did something weird, they would "encourage" you to do more just to laugh at you. They would even try to make fun of you by asking them to be your friend. This girl is (calling her weird is rude) sorta... Naive about the things around her. Boys pretend they have a crush on her; following her, saying I love you, hugging her. I wish she would just be able to figure out that, they're trying to bully her by letting her comfort get out. I will say something, I just need to find my self-confidence that I lost in the third grade. But it's coming, don't worry.
They say to tell on people who bully you, but why? In that form of bullying (I call it "manipulative bullying") would they believe you? The people will just continue on and on and on and they would probably believe no one.
I know this wasn't a bad bullying story, but I just wanna say, be careful with the people you are with. Because people are cruel these days in the most implicit and quiet way possible. Try to stay with the crowd, but be yourself. As in, don't let the other people get you down. And always watch out, because when do we know what is real, and what is not.
~Don't fool a person who had been fooled.
PS, the reason why people feel you're weird because you're friendly? Because they aren't used to someone as nice as you.
Hi, my name is Tori and I would be a so-called "veteran" of bullying. I can't remember when it started honestly, but for a big part of my life, I was as very poor. For two years straight, I lived in a camper with my baby sister and both parents, and I would have to get dressed at morning in the complete darkness, so my clothes were dirty and never matched. My hair was always ratted and messy, my teeth were yellowed and crooked, I had cheap glasses, and all-around looked unhygienic. Those who didn't make fun of me pretended I wasn't there. I was called every name you could imagine, and every night I would go home to my camper and cry myself to sleep silently and wish I could wake up pretty just like everyone else, but as I woke up, it never happened. As we moved into an actual house over time, I was always moving into a new rented house, and at each one, I was still the loser. It hurts when people make digs at you, but it's just as hurtful when everyone pretends you aren't there. Last year I finally snapped and decided to just end it all because it would never get better. I took a bottle of Aspirin and went to the hospital. I have been depressed and occasionally still do have it, but I realized not to care what other people thought of me, as cliché as that sounds, because I am who I am. And I'm proud to be a big-eyed short scrawny braceface because I know that there will never be another me
It feels weird that something so small can affect you so greatly. I have had a pretty good life by economic standards, but when it comes to emotional I had it bad. I think it all started in second grade, that was when I got fat and I mean FAT. At first it was little mean things, taking my lunch because "your too fat to eat" or the constant cries of
"ewwwww" and "fatlard" in P.E. I was only in second grade! Things got worse as the year went along. I had no friends. None. The kids played a game called "get away" it involved them trying to get as far away from me as possible. Then the worst thing happened, I was physically pushed and shoved back and forth while changing for P.E. By this time I was in fourth grade and i understood that this was not right, but how could I stand up for myself? I convinced myself it was nothing and carried on with my life. One day in fifth grade a teacher noticed the new girl punch me and told the school councilor. I'm going to make this part short. There was crying, hurt feelings, and alot of apologies. After that there was sixth grade, nothing had changed so I left. I am now at a new school, and I love it, I have learned to brush off the occasional "chipmunk cheek" and other mean things. That is my story that i have told everyone, now here is what only I know. Throughout the years of my bullying I got depresses. I tried to kill myself at age 10. I cut my wrists. I stopped eating. I stopped laughing. My life was never the same. I don't want this to happen to anybody. That is why I wrote this, SPEAK UP! Nothing is going to change if you don't. Stay strong.
My name is Gemma. I have been bullied for most of my life. And I've never spoken about it until now, 15 years after it first started.
I've literally faced bullying for as long as I can remember; at least since pre-school. I had three very good friends, one of whom was a boy. I was never pretty, even as a kid, or athletic. Kids teased me mercilessly for it. I cried easily. I remember one day we had a substitute teacher who was telling us a story. The kids started teasing me in front of her until I cried. I asked her in front of everyone to make them stop, but she simply shook her head as if in disappointment.
When I got to primary school, I thought it would be okay, but it was so much worse. I can't remember everything from earlier years, but around grade 3 and up is when it got really bad.
I was always a tomboy. Mainly because I didn't have a skinny figure like other girls. I kept my hair relatively short and wore baggy clothes. Because of this, I didn't fit in. When I tried to do something about my appearance, be more girly, it was even worse. They called me a freak. They said I would be better off dead. They made up songs about me. Two particularly popular ones were, "G-E-M-M-A, Gemma makes the straight guys gay," and "Look at me, I'm Gemma (last name), lousy with stupidity. Won't go to bed till I'm legally dead. I can't, I'm Gemma (last name). They would tease me if I liked someone, and tease someone else if they liked me. Sometimes, it got physical. The worst was when a boy yanked my school bag off me so hard it took the skin off my arms.
In high school, I went to an all girls school. Some girls from my primary school also went there, but they ignored me almost completely. It was there that I met Hanna and Carla, the two worst influences of my life. They befriended me, but would tease me and laugh at me behind my back. Both smoked and drank and tried to be "bad girls," while I always tried to be good. They teased me even more for this. Halfway through my first year, I met my best friend, Lexi. She never gave in to them, and always stood up for me. Even still, I became anorexic and clinically depressed, which I still struggle with. In grade 10, I started going out with the ex of one of my friends. In the space of a week, she'd turned everyone in the grade against me, even though she didn't really like him. I got called a w****, a s***, a b****. When we broke up, it was sweet revenge for her. I lost all my friends except for Lexi. Carla even facebooked me saying what a worthless person I was.
After years, I'd finally had enough. I told the girl I was sick and tired of it, and she backed off. In fact, we're actually best friends again. Anthony and I got back together, and have now been dating for over 6 months. He makes me strong, and makes me feel beautiful, even though I don't deserve it. I'm studying art, first year, at the top school in the country. I graduated from high school with 2 distinctions and am hoping for another when the re-marks are back. The bullies graduated at an average level. Carla, last I heard, was a drop out and Hanna fell pregnant at 17.
I could say so much about what I went through, and I still carry so much anger with me, especially towards girls who think they can be mean because they're more popular or prettier than other girls. I tried so many times to stand up for myself, but ignoring it was always what made it worse. Never ignore it. Stand up for yourself and others. Talk to teachers. Talk to parents. Make people see who is the victim. Remember, being a victim does not make you weak, but being hopeful makes you strong.
I was severely bullied and beaten up in middle school,particularly in grades 6 and 8 because I was weird and annoying to others . The physical bullying was reduced in 9th grade (to stealing and destroying my properties) . In 10th grade the bullying became more physical with punches in my arm almost everyday(sometimes,if not always I riposted and stand up to myself). In grade 11 I began to be myself a bully(still,I was picked on constantly in this year by a tall guy) and I constantly beat up and picked on two of my classmates(one of them for many reasons,including vengeance,and the other because he was pissing me off with his unstable behavior) but in 12th grade I became calm(I'm 18 now).I even know why I became a bully in a prompt way,because all the years and struggles I have been through made me for a serious yet a small period of my life a monster searching for revenge on my old bullies and I wanted to rebuild my self esteem(wich was ruined by the age of 12).I am still bullied now I can tell but it is rare and verbal bullying(very rare phisically,because some types of bullying have age limits and punching someone in the face when you're legally an adult is considerate a crime and punished by law).
Hi, my name is Gerrika and I am 14 years old and in the 8th grade. I have been bullied constantly throughout my life. But it all got worse in 8th grade. When I came to school one day my best friend came up to me, looking worried and scared. I asked her what was wrong and a tear went down her cheek. She took out her iPad and showed me some pictures. Some person decided that it would be funny to start a Facebook paged called "Gerrika The S---" and acting like he/she was me. It got around and everyone was saying "Aww there goes the girl that that happened to." They felt sorry for me. I hate it when people feel sorry for me. I wanted it to go away. So I ignored it. But then people were saying that I was the one doing it. They said I was just trying to get attention. But really. Do you think I wanted this? Do you think I wanted everyone to feel sorry for me? But people were sticking up for me. I really want to stop bullying; physically, verbally, and cyber. Please stop. No one deserves this. No one. <3
My name is Beth. I was bullied since
Age 8. It all started in 2nd grade. I was the friendliest girl, and my "BFF" , Meghan, started showing me bad things and I told her to stop. She turned all the boys against me, even my boyfriend, Kaleb. Then I moved in 4th grade. I wanted a better life. I expected this new school to work wonders on my life. All I got was BAD. This girl, whom her name is Maddie, she bullied me. Badly. In 4th and 5th grades, she turned everyone against me. Then acted my friend, then called me overweight fat cow and idiot and stupid. The counselor told me to stop lying about this "precious angel". In fact, everyone said Maddie was the best one ever. I got the best grades. Even my pressuring teacher said that. But it wasn't good enough. I said to Maddie that I wanted to kill myself. Her reply: GOOD!! Then she got everyone to chant,"Let's kill Beth! Let's kill Beth!" My new nickname was Fatty Patty Fatterson. I was going to kill myself when my Mum and Daddy moved us to a better school. I have the occasional meanie, but I get over it. I have SOOOO many friends i can't even count now.I am so happy now!!
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Hi my name is Alexis. I've been threw so much in the last year with bullies. I've been bullied in person,cyber bullied and I've seen people be bullied. I'm a freshmen for the second time this
year. Last year I was bullied for all different kind of reasons. I was bullied on the people I hung out with. If I didn't hang out with the "cool" kids I was made fun of. I was told that I was
worthless. I've had people get in my face and scream at me. But the one thing that I did that I didn't read in any other stories is I stood up for myself.. I told them what they needed to hear.
At first this kid was my best friend and he started bullying me. He called me so many inappropriate names, when we were best friends before he started bullying me he told me he would never hit a
girl. I didn't. He got multiple girls to surround me on my way to lunch. I told them that they need to get out of my way and that them surrounding me was the "uncoolest" thing they can do! After
that I completely ignored them. I was still bullied but not as much. When I moved everyone realized that when we were friends I was always there for them I got calls from people apologizing and
with some of them I'm closer than ever!
I think sticking up for yourself is the best thing you can do because it shows the bully that your not afraid of them.
Whenever I see a kid getting bullied I always stick up for them, because I know what it is like to be called inappropriate names like that. I know what it feel like I would do anything to help them because I don't think anyone should have to go threw being bullied!
I am 17 now. It has been a little over a year since my bully, Chris, left my school. This is my battle and how I won.
It started when I first enrolled to Gateway. The "bullies" wanted me to join them, but I gave them a firm no when they asked about it. I told them I wanted to hang out with the "nerds" and such; so as the days went on, they kept treating me like junk, like I was subhuman. If any of you have ever been treated like that, then you'll understand me more.
These "bullies" would leave my school, and Chris would only remain. At that point, it wasn't bad, like I wasn't cutting because I knew I would have to look at scars and plus, I have a very strong willpower.
At a certain point in my interactions with him, I found him on FB and tried to apologize for being mean to him and for stealing his crush, but he sent back a message with the words "SCREW YOU" on it. I have since been trying to get him to talk to me. I have learned a few things from this altercation: 1. Ignorance of the bully really won't help in the big stream of things, 2. You must stand up to your oppressors (bully(ies) and tell them that your not going to talk to them, and that if they want to stop, they'll need to talk with you.
The biggest lesson is that I learned that Chris was just an over-hyped man who hid behind his words and never stood for them which was lucky for me. I also had the help of God. He gave me the willpower and strength to be able to overcome this menace and to be able to forgive Chris. I'm sorry if this is a little bit long, but I feel relived that it's out-there. Remember: Do your best and let Jesus do the rest.
I love each and every one of you even if I've never met you. You guys are all so beautiful, even more then you can comprehend.
Never give up. - JP
I remember when i used to get bullied. It all started in 5th grade with my so called "best friend". I actually thought she was my friend, i trusted her, & i told her personal stuff. Turns out she wasn't she ended up telling people my business, made lies & rumors about me, she called me names & turned everyone against me. She always denied the stuff she said. A few months later it stopped she apologized and i said it was fine. She said she wasn't going to bully me anymore & i believed her. Than like a month later Turns out that she made fun of me & everything behind my back. She also cyberbullied me on social networks such as Facebook. She wrote bad stuff about me & everyone at school saw. They all made fun of me. All the things she did or said made me cry . I always kept it to myself, my parents didn't know. I than started cutting & thought about committing suicide. My life had become so hard. I felt to much pain that my only solution to that was suicide. I honestly never thought i was going to get through this. School noticed how i started to change so they made me talk to a counselor. I told her what was happening. It turned out to go really well, it helped. the counselor told my parents, my mom cried because she didn't know this was happening. After that stuff got a little better I stood up for myself instead of doing nothing about it & she stopped. Bullying is something that people should prevent from happening. We've lost many people because of this and it's honestly sad because people don't know how much it hurts. My advice is to tell someone don't keep quiet speak up & stay strong because if i did it you can do it don't let no one, no one bring you down.
I remember in the fifth grade I was in gym class. We had to change into our gym clothes an I put my regular clothes in my bag. After gym I came into the locker room and discoverd my clothes were missing, I asked the other girls if they had seen them, they all said they hadn't, I swear I heard the snickering afterwards. So me and my friend looked and looked eventually I found them. Have you ever seen the movie Karissa stands strong? If you have, you know the scene where Karissa discovers her clothes in a trash can? Well that's where I foun mine. I was so upset and embarrassed I changed and ran out as fast as could, the tears streaming down my face. All I could think was how could someone do this? What did I ever do to deserve this? I just wanted answers, and no one could give me any. When I got home I ran into my mothers open awaiting arms, rivers of my tears were rushing down my face. The school had called my mom because my friend had told my teacher of the incident. My mom knew that I had been bullied before being called 4-eyes, fat, slut, spoiled rich brat, ugly, gigantic, etc. But it was nothing compared to this, I was so embarrassed and ashamed, maybe I did deserve this, I thought. I spent the rest of the day crying in my mothers arms, she was comforting me the best she could. After this incident the bullying had mostly stopped after my teacher told the class, I was so embarrassed I was crying, I could tell everyone was holding back small giggles. Eventually I changed schools, mostly because I moved, I thought the bullying would stop and it did for a bit. A few weeks ago I found out my closest friends had been talking behind my back telling the 'populars' my secrets and were insulting me. I eventually had enough and told them off. Know a days I know who my real friends are and ignore the others, I got comforting from my family and I would never dream of telling any of my teachers as one or two of them insulted me in front of my class once or twice last year. What I'm trying to say is tell someone you truly trust. The only reason why bullies bully is because they want someone to feel down and how they feel. After telling someone dosent work don't be afraid to ask a parent or legal guardian if you can switch schools, or if your older switch your job. It's not worth staying their if your not confortable and feel safe.
It all started when I was 8. My group of friends started to bully me. I tried to stand up for myself and kicked the leader of the bullies. It stopped her but the other bullies carried on. So I
was put in to a friendship group with them which didn't help at all. When I was 9 we all moved up to the local middle school. I thought it would be a fresh start. But it wasn't. They continued to
bully me by beating me up on the way to school, calling me names and talking about me behind my back, spreading rumours around my year. My teachers started to get suspicious. I was 12 when I
eventually told my friends who then told my most trusted teacher. I told her what they were doing to me and it was sorted. It took me another 6 months to tell my friends the whole story and that
I lived with depression for 3 years and am still living with it. I am currently being counselled for my bullying in school by my teachers and have told most of my friends about the bullying,
depression and counselling. Please don't become a bully it destroyed my life. I was bullied for 5 years but it doesn't just stop when the bullying stops. It lasts a lifetime!
This is a excerpt from Kelli's story;
... "I just want to let people know one thing. There will be hard times in your life but they can't give up they are strong as nails and they can get through anything!"
Hello! First of all, I'm sorry if there are a few mistakes, I speak French. But I'm pretty good in English, as you can probably see. Anyway, my name's Justine, I'm fourteen and I live in Switzerland. Since I was little, my mom has been ill. She had lots of surgeries, she even had one two weeks ago. When I was six, my dad got the hepatitis C and was on medicine that made him angry and nervous. Because of all of this, I started to eat a lot and became fat. People started bullying me when I was about nine or ten. I got even fatter, because of the bullies. When I was eleven, my dad had a car accident and was in coma for a few months. I got fatter. When he was good again, he got a really grave disease, a septic shock. If you don't know what it its, it's a really grave blood infection. He was in coma for a few months again, but this time it was worse ; nobody knew if he was going to survive or not. I got fatter.
I was bullied severely at middle school and then all the way till my
junior year of high-school.
It started when I put on a lot of weight when I was around ten years
old. I also had a growth spurt, so not only was I fat, I was taller
than the rest of the girls and I also happened to be this really good
student. So as you can imagine, I became a target of severe
name-callings like 'fat' 'ugly' 'nerd' and 'loser.' I also didn't have
any friends because if I ever approached a group, they would
immediately start talking louder or acting like they were busy, and I
had to take the hint and leave as quickly as possible.
Things got a little better after fifth grade, though. Or maybe I got
used to it and writing in my journal became my sole source of comfort,
because I just couldn't share my story with my parents or anyone else.
I also lost weight, and though I wasn't pretty or anything, I started
feeling more self-confident and even talked with friendlier people at
school. Then later on, from ninth grade, it got worse, because the
older boys from my brother's batch started calling me names. Sure, I
had friends, but none that always hung around with me or sat with me
during lunch. We were all more like members of a loosely bound group
who would sometimes hang around the fields during recess.
So anyway, the older boys started calling me names, and I would feel
ashamed, and extremely hurt, because my brother would be standing
there, witnessing the entire scene, and doing absolutely nothing about
it. What hurt even more was that my brother was always the apple of my
parents' eyes, and they would never listen or understand if I said a
bad thing about him, even if it was the truth. Sure, my brother never
directly bullied me at school, but at home, sometimes, he would smirk
and say why I didn't have any friends at school, why I would go to
school to only study like a nerd, instead of having a life.
None of my friends at school knew about it of course as most of the
time I would get bullied by these older guys was when I was alone.
Like I said, my brother may not have been the one to initiate the
bullying, but he certainly didn't help me by leaving me utterly alone
and feeling dejected and less self-confident because he had so many
friends, did so well at school without studying, and was always the
nicer kid of the two of us. And here I have to admit, that the
bullying thing at school made me so vulnerable and at the same time
really mad at my parents, because no matter how many times I tried to
give them hints about what was really happening at school, why I
absolutely hated it, why I just didn't want to go (I could never
directly tell them. I was just too scared and ashamed, I guess) they
just never got the hint and were always utterly clueless. They were
worried that I was becoming the 'bad' student who doesn't study and
That's why I am writing this story. I have grown up a lot since school
days, and I don't see my brother now and don't really want to. If
people who terms me as 'quiet' ‘anti-social’ and too 'unfriendly' they
should know the real reason behind this. I was bullied and there was a
time when I indeed felt so helpless and hopeless and wondered
continuously why wasn't I pretty, more outgoing, less fat...and why
even after finishing school, I still have to share this story.
-Sylvia, 18. (The author prefers to use a pen name)
When I was in elementary school I literally had no friends, and got laughed at all the time. I first was bullied in preschool, and since I was in 4th grade it got started to get bad. When I was in the 6th grade the kids in charge of the school newspaper published a comic of me getting laughed at and forgetting to prepare for 6th grade camp, with the subtitles reading do not be like *** (they used my nickname they use to laugh at me). When I was in middle school I also had no friends and ate lunch by myself. 7th grade I got made fun of fairly often at first, with a few times of kids being so mean to me in class I had to leave (especially p.e.). There was one day when this kid literally chased me around the whole class for the last several minutes of class threatening to kill me after he pushed me, all while he was yelling out mean things as I was running away in fear. Other then that, every other couple days he would say something really mean to me and loud so everyone could hear. At the end of the year it got worse. There were kids who yelled out offensive names (literally yelling super loud) at me during lunch across the cafeteria so that everyone heard. This happened almost every day at the end of the year. Not one person ever did anything about it, nobody ever stood up for me, not once, teachers didnt do jack. 8th grade started out the same, no friends and got laughed at occasionally. Then about 3 weeks in, this guy really started being mean to me, and pushed me into the wall several times (on several different days) in my face still yelling at me embarrassing the trash out of me. Shortly after this in about the 5th week, several 7th graders started being very mean to me during lunch. About a week later more kids joined in, then more kids joined in, then some more. Soon, I was being made fun of by nearly a third of the 7th grade class on a daily basis, constantly being laughed at when someone said something mean, and my grades dropped and became miserable and depressed. There was one day I remember where I had to finish a test out in the hallway from missing a day of school, and while I was out there, there were kids taunting me through the window in the classroom. There were days when there would be several kids following me home after school, laughing in my face and poking me, occasionally shoving me and often they would kick at my feet, one day this all happened after I was immediately publicly announced/humiliated in front of and laughed at by everyone right when I stepped out the doors outside by the large group of kids hanging outside after school. Then one day, I ended up sitting at an assembly surrounded by a bunch of 7th graders (I was in an accelerated math program, so seating for my class was different from other 8th graders) who were all laughing at me and being mean. I yelled out "shut the f*** up", then this beach does the evil where she said "awww is baby gonna cry". After seeing everyone laughing at me and being mean, I ended up crying. So I left where I was at and went to the corner of the assembly bleachers by myself, crying in the corner. Several minutes later, the assembly started, and it was all about bullying and how if affects people and awful things that have happened, and ways to stop it and how people must try to stop it. This was awful for me, already crying in pain from it seeing awful things that have happened to others from it and how bad it was for me, and the fact that not one person has ever stood up for me my whole time there when the message of the whole assembly that was repeated throughout the whole thing was to make sure you stop it when you see it. I ended up crying the whole time. Not one person cared or said anything. After that day, I got made fun of almost the whole time during lunch on a daily basis, as well as regularly during while switching classes. Then towards the last month, I took action, I ended up grabbing several kids by the shoulders and shoved them into the wall during lunch, and when they snitched (of course these weasels did), I got called to the principles office, where I was about to be expelled for being "violent" towards several kids. I told them I was being severely bullied, and that the kids I grabbed by the shoulders were the ones who were the worst. I spent 2 days in the principles office half the day telling about everything that has happened. They gave me a break, I got in no trouble at all, while the kids who I told about got parent notifications for their behavior, they got in no real trouble though. After this, I still got bullied occasionally, but not by any of the main 7th graders anymore. I didnt do anything about it though because I was used to it. Same followed through high school, still got dissed occasionally, but not nearly as bad as middle school (and I literally live right behind that middle school with a view of it in my room too, which is hard to deal with sometimes)
Freshman year, the start of high school, the start of a teens best four years of their life. I was a girl who was excited to start school, I wanted high school to come especially coming from just a tiny grade school where I graduated with 8 kids. The beginning of the year started great, I had my solid group of friends, I felt like I would never be a statistic about bullying. In fact that was my last worry in the world. Then came October; my class had just over 100 kids and was super cliquey. I was never part of the popular group because I wasn't a girl who liked to go out and party. One just normal October night I was sitting in my room like i do every night trying to get homework done when I got a random message on Facebook saying that I shouldn't be talking about people until I truly get to know the person first. I was really confused but me being me I just replied back "ok thanks". I was still confused about the whole thing so I immediately sent out a group message to at the time my 3 closest friends just asking them if they had heard anything. Then my nightmare became a reality there was a rumor going around that I had called all the girls in my class wh***s. I was shocked when I heard this. I started to dread the next day at school because I was scared of what was going to happen. I showed up at school that day and went through the worst day of school. Kids would make comments about it all day. I was constantly confronted by girls just being girls. That day started the downward spiral of my freshman year. After that more things were said about me, it got brought to Twitter fights, I would see these girls outside of school and they would say anything to get me down. I would walk to me locker in the morning and have kids crowding it talking and laughing at me. When I thought it couldn't get any worse, I went to my locker one day after school to get my stuff because I had basketball practice after school. I opened my locker to find 72 notecards numbered and all had one word on them. I decided I wasn't gonna put it all together right then in there otherwise I would be late so I shoved it in my back pack and headed to the locker room. Thankfully practice took my mind off of it. That night when I got home I went up to my room just like routine to do homework. I opened my back pack to find the notecards that I had forgotten about. I decided it was time to put it all together and decode the message. To summarize it all up it mainly said "you f****** b****" "No one wants you at our school" "Boo you wh*** go die". This was the first night my parents found out about the bullying. At this point I had no friends left, I didn't have anyone to talk too and I pretty much just shut down. I started to think that the world would just be a better place without me. My friends didn't want a thing to do with me because they just thought I brought drama with me everywhere. I stopped eating, I started to self harm and I even started to write my not to my family explaining to all and why I committed suicide. I ended up turning to music and thinking about everything in life that I still had before me. I honestly never turned to real true help. All of it still haunts me today but I have learned from it. Today I am a sophomore I transferred out of that school and I have never been more happy in my life. I learned that it was never me it was those kids because where I'm at now I am friends with everyone. I'm part of many activities, I have formed close relationships with anyone I can, I am in a current relationship with someone who has never made me happier and I am just loving life and the rest of the time I have in high school just like I'm supposed too.
Hello, my name is Janice. I been bullied since i started middle school which was 5 grade. the reason it start was cause someone started a rumor i liked this kid when i didn't. Everyone turned against me cause of it. I was the loner the out cast the loser of the grade. Then i moved for about 5 months then moved back. It was april when i came back. I made three friends by the end of 5 grade. 6 grade i ended up in same class as my friend Ryan. i was happy even though my two other friends were in different class. december came my birthday everyone even my friends ignored me cause of some girl start a ruin about me. People began to call me dirty names and stuff i became depressed and lost and alone. a few days before new years i ended up for first time selfharming. I dont understand why people do it it just hurts more. Ryan found out some how. He flipped out on me, but he ended up getting me help i need. If wasn't for him i dont know if i would be still around. the bullying keep going on. Then march 12 almost happen. I almost lost ryan. he was getting bullied too. he end telling me telling me he wanted to die. i remember crying and i remember i finally told him that i like him i told him i loved him. I ended up saving him by that. But few weeks layer. He got a girlfriend and the girl turned him against me i lost my best friend. The year ended. sumner came i got over depression. I began to love my self. School start 7 grade the grade im in right now i started to make friends i slowly getting ryan back and im happy. I found hope... Everything in end does turn out alright. There is always hope.
Hi, my name is Hope and like many people today, I have been bullied.
My story began in the sixth grade, everything was perfect. I had a great group of friends,a few boys admired me and I was quite popular. After winning form captain against this girl who was called Isabelle. I thought the year was going to be fantastic.
Obviously, all this was too good to be true. I noticed Isabelle started commenting on pretty much everything about me. Meanly. I was getting tired of it and asked her to stop. What I didn't realize was that this started a major drama that impacted my ENTIRE life. Jess (Isabelle'd BFF,) heard me asking Isabelle to stop and told me to kill myself!
I was so dazed, but I just ignored it, I was fine, I had a group of friends that would stick by me.
OR SO I THOUGHT. The next year, my group of 'friends' started obsessing over boys. My 'best friend' Teneille, had a MAJOR crush on this boy who one day asked me out. When Teneille backstabbed me to hang out with Isabelle and Jess to get revenge, all the girls followed. Except for one. Cassidy. I was very afraid because I knew that the bigger the group. The worse the bullying could get. I received hate mail in class, I got glares, I was made fun of for my clothes. I was imitated, I was gossiped about. Goodness, I even had girls taking pictures of me in class to post online to have them all go on and call me names.
It was distressing and frightening and I cried. Lots. My parents had enough of the school doing nothing and me crying every day when I came home from school, that they pulled me out.
I have started at my new school and am so much happier. Although the girls from my old school still cross my path and try and ruin it for me at my new school, I am fine. I thank God everyday for helping me. I still cry about it though, It's been a year and I don't think i'll ever forget the pain.
I had everything going for me; Being popular, funny, and desirable to the opposite sex. It was weeks after my 14 Birthday, and my supposedly best 'friend', turned all my other mates against me because he was jealousy of the above qualities I possessed. He had so much influence in the school, and barred any potential new friends interacting with me. I walked the halls like a ghost; the isolation period still haunts me to this very day.
When I started school I wasn't liked much. People said I was ugly. That was in just kindergarten.
Hi I'm Laura :) I met a girl in 7th grade, let's call her A, and we were fast friends. After a while, I lost a lot of my friends (two of them ran off with each other, some just ,moved on). But, she had a lot of other friends in our classes, so she would just hang out with me when none of the others were around. I didn't really mind, but then she started being friends with a girl, let's call her C. At lunch I sat with them (though I don't know why, I guess because I was a bit of a reject) and they would never include me. Sure, they'd ask me for some chocolate or sunflower seeds every now and then, but not much else. Whenever I tried to talk to her/them in the halls, A would just sideways glance at me and keep talking to C.
My name is kayla and ever since I started school I was bullied in the little school it was physical I was punched, kicked this happened everyday by a boy until one day one lad stuck up for me and hit him back when he saw what was going on. It later stopped n the boy who hit me got moved schools. I later left the school to then go to high school yeah 7 It was fine for a few months until one day a lad told me I looked like a monkey his friends told everyone and most of that year I was called monkey I gotten into year 8 and it started up again I was called monkey face by everyone it hurt me and I cried and ran from school home I would everyday run home until my mom stopped me going for a couple of weeks my head teacher told my mom she had to bring me in. The didn't do anything just gave me a bully book and told me to write everything down they didn't want to know. In year 9 it got so bad I didn't want to be there I wanted to move but my mom didn't want me to move so I stopped there I had it all the way to I was in year 11 I was sixteen and a teacher stopped it for me at last she called the bullies in and told them if they carried on they would get my parents in and they could tell my parents why they thought it was good to bully me. I'm now 21 and my words are don't let them bring you down stay strong its hard I know but stay strong because it gets easier and you will come out on top.
Hi, my name is Nyquiah. I have been teased all my life. I've been called everything from fat to ugly to worthless. But it wasn't until 10th grade that the teasing reach a new level. When I was in 10th grade, I switched schools. It was fine the first few months, but then I was befriended by this girl in my woodshop class. We were close, laughing and acting like best friends. Well, one day, she basically turned on me. Out of nowhere. She went and told her cousin and another one of their friends. It was horrible. I can't count the times I went to the guidance office. It got to the point where I couldn't even take the main hall to class. I had to take the breezeway (outside hallway). They followed me to class, said things about me, and everything else. I had class with one of the girls, her cousin ride my bus, and I had lunch with ALL THREE OF THEM. I don't care where I went, I always ran into one of them. I had always loved school, but I hated it at this point. My grades had dropped tremendously. I cried every morning and night. I would get on the bus and just keep my head down because one of the girls sat in the first seat and she always said something to me. There was this one girl... She was the worst one. She was a bit more outspoken and agressive than they were. So she was the one who did the "dirty work". I had one 2 friends who stuck with me through it all. I'm so grateful for them. As for the girls, I don't know what happened to them. 2 of them graduated, and the other one quit school. I'm over it, but the memories and scars are still there. I might forget what they did, and I might forget what they said... But I will NEVER forget how they made me feel.
My name is Briley and I'm 13 years old. I've been bullied ever
since I could remember. Everyone at my school bullies me, I get
called "Midgit" because I'm short. [edited]
They bully me and call me names everyday. I had this one friend,
who I actually thought was my friend until she started beating
me :( . She hits me everywhere, she bullies me, she shoves me,
and sometimes when I sit down she forces my head down to the
seat. I haven't really told anybody yet because I'm afraid if
I do she'll hit me even more !! And there used to be this one
girl on my bus last year who would hit me and yank my hair,
one time the bus had turned and I had fell out of my seat and
onto the floor and she grabbed and handful of my hair and
yanked me up off the ground and back into by seat.
Her bullying had gotten worse over the next month.
One day we were riding the bus when she claimed that I hit
her with my umbrella (which I didn't) so she beat me with my
umbrella, grabbed a fistful of my hair and kept yanking and
pulling it while she called me a stupid . My bus driver
never did anything about it. I called my mom crying me eyes
out because of what that girl did. That was the day I decided
I had finally had enough of her bullying. I filed a bully
report against her and I almost got a restraining order on
her too. I know my story isn't as bad as everyone else's on
here but it's still a bullying story and its nice to get it
all out :)
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Well ever since I've been in second grade I was bullied. In first grade, I believed I was friends with everyone, and everyone liked me. But when I got in second grade, there was this one girl, she always said thinks like, "I so want to punch her in the face." And it was always when i was sitting there. My friends started to turn against me, my closest friend left in second grade. In third grade she came back and was in my class. This one girl was her friend too, but she always tried to turn her away from me. In third grade I lost most of my friends, I was down to a few. I remember all the insults and the comments. I remember one of my old friends telling me the 'Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me' thing, she tried to make me repeat it, but I was in tears, I couldn't repeat, because it wasn't true. These words hit me harder than what I ever thought they could. The years pasted and i lost more and more friends, but I met one girl who cared for me, she was always there for me. On my way to middle school I thought I could make new friends, but I didn't, I only gained more enemies, they never gave me the time of day. The girl I met in elementary school, though, she stood by my side, and still does. I met some friends and we hang out all the time. Even if I get insults my friends are still there, they will never ditch me. I got a threat once but my friends where there to see me through it, they said they would protect me no matte what. It gets better no matter how bad it is now.
My names meghan. And im 14 years old. All my life, I been bullied. Non-stop. 1st grade to 9th grade. On a saturday, I was sleeping in. I got a call from a blocked number, calling me really
awful names, & telling me that nobody wants me here. And for me to kill myself. I just let it go, I fell back to sleep.. I got another call, from retricted. Tellin me the same thing. I felt
devasted. Everybody in that school thought i was the [edited]. i felt trashy, & embaresed. i ran down the hall, & out the door. I went back home, I missed 3 weeks of school. the bulying
was bad. i checked my facebook, everybody was talking about me. I felt worthless & lonely. i tried to kill myself. i cut, & i took 15 pills. Nothing happend. when i went back to school,
nothing changed. I walked the halls alone, & i had no friends. well,
> at lunch that day, this really rude girl threw my food in my face, I was fed up with it. I finally stood up for myself. I told her to back off, & shes no better then me. After that, nobody messed with me. I just had to stand up forself, & then. everybody left me alone. Im glad i didnt die, Because if i did, in wouldnt of got the chance to show everybody who i really am.
Hello this is my bullying story and its recently
happening. It's not a major bullying problem but I
thought people should know. Well ill be honest I did
used to bully people. But I would be like hey shorty.
Nothing too bad. And you might say this is karma. Well
just last night I told my followers on instagram and
twitter to ask me questions, on ask.fm . And these are
the things I got (the bottom small font is my replies)
I didn't know that people hated me. I cried on and off. And I talked to like two people about it. One said just ignore them. Like the usual person would say to someone in my situation. The other person said delete your account on ask.fm . But I thought maybe I shouldn't. Later that night I used the screen shots above and posted it on my instagram account . Gosh I love my followers on instagram. It couldn't have been any of them, they treat me like a goddess. The comments were amazing. They said things like " oh don't listen to them." " that's why there anonymous and they can't say it to your face" and they even went on my ask and said nice things like I'm perfect and I'm amazing. But I don't believe it they scared me. I know it's not that bad of a bully story but I thought people should know. If anybody ever reads or listen to what I have to say . Well thanks anyway for reading this :)
here is my story. im Ashley i was just in first grade like most people minding my own business when this group of people boys and girls. they have surrounded me and they started to push me around the group. i started to cry then they stopped. one of the girls started to call me names. i moved schools. the bullying started happening in 7th grade. these girls would follow me into the bathroom and call me names and hit me. i was so scared because i didn't know what they were going to do. so they started to kick me and hit me harder. i was still scared. so a teacher walked in the stop it. she heard me screaming. all i wanted to do was lay there and die. they had got suspended and i was hoping it would stop. i was walking home one day and the girl had followed me home. they pulled me in an alley and beat me up so bad i was in the hopital with broken ribs and a broken nose. i was scared that they was going to do it again. in 8th grade was bad to. i was beat up almost everyday. i was called alot of names [edited] etc. i was so hurt. i was starting to cut myself again. i couldn't handle it. i was so scared. 8th grade was my worst year. last year, the same girls beat me up again and called me names. i wanted to die. i thought about it but i didnt want to. im in 10th grade now, most of the bullying have stopped. im at a new school now. im am still getting made fun of though. But not as bad as it was. I still scared that one day im going to get jumped. That's my story. You should tell yours.
It started when i was 11 in middle school. Every day when i would get on the bus in the after noon the 8th and 7th graders were always making rude comments to me. [edited] It just wasnt fair. I NEVER told anyone my story except 2 of my best friends. They were with me threw the past couple of years. They said why i wouldnt tell a teacher, Guidence, Or a trusted adult. I mean it was 2 much nobody knew what i was going threw. One day that girl that called me [edited] I went into the woods and started to cut right their i just wanted my life to be over intill matt called and he helped me work everything out.
My torture began when, in 8th grade, my parents chose to put me in a Christian school after being home schooled all my life, It didn't take long after the first day that the girls started treating me poorly. Whenever we would have a break in between periods, they would call me out publicly for what I was wearing or how my hair looked. "Why are you wearing grandma clothes?" and "What did you do to your hair? Burn it?" were comments I became immune to. Then it was my body type they started picking apart. At 19, I still only weigh 107 pounds so I'm naturally petite. They started calling [edited] and calling me anorexic. I would go home every day and cry till i couldn't cry anymore. Then, as if it couldn't get any worse, my parents began the process of a divorce. [edited] It was then that I fell into depression. I even tried taking my own life by trying to choke myself with a belt. I became frustrated that it didn't work. I just wanted to die. My dad quickly removed me from the school and the two boys that had made the [edited] comment weren't even suspended or expelled. They were only made to apologize which they did with a smirk on their faces. I never went back to that place again nor did I ever speak to the kids who put me through all the pain. I ended up moving to a completely different state and started over. But only to get bullied once more by my ex boyfriend and his new girlfriend. They would tell everybody that I was a liar how I had supposedly cheated on my former boyfriend, bad mouthing me to everyone, and even trying to get me in trouble with my own dad and school officials for things I didn't even do. It ended up on one of my last weeks of my senior year they both waited for me to walk up the hill to my car after school and my ex boyfriend grabbed me on my upper arms, shook me, and yelled at me, while his girlfriend also was yelling at me for things I also had not done. The principle overlooked the matter and no disciplinary action took place. Now I'm in college, and I've tried to move past everything and become a better person in my own life.
Im Destiny When I was around 10/11do to a little family issues I had to live with my dad for a month I had to go to school still so the schools were different from Hollywood the kids would call me names and treat me bad cause I came from and was born in Hollywood. I didn't know why they were being so mean so every day I would come home crying not knowing why no one wanted to be friends with me And no one would really give me a chance to actually see that I'm just like them and there nothing really different. Now I'm 18 iv learned to never treat a person bad and always get to see who they are and not just judge by we're they come from or look like. Iv also learned yo stand up for my self and be the bigger person in a bullying situation and to help anyone in that kind of situation. No person on earth deserves to be bullied no matter what it's not right
Hi my name is victoria,
When I was in year 3 I got bullied for my skin colour. I
had 1 best friend called darcey but eventually turned on
me to go on my bully side I ignored it everyday.
In class I would get told off for every little thing I
would get detention as well. Soon they said things like
u can't run and u can't hide so might as well get on ur
knees and pray to us. In year 4 it I then told my mum
that they kept kicking me. My mum and aunty were very
supportive and said tell the teacher so I did but
nothing happened the just said I was telling tales, I
told my mum and aunty again and they said if they kicked
u kick them back but I was scared I didn't want to get
in trouble after that my mum asked If I wanted to move
schools so I did now I have 2 best friends called alicia
we born same day and holly.
My name is Karissa.I am currently 17 years old and a Junior in High School. From the beginning, I knew I would be a different kind of girl when I entered high school. I wanted to b a different person from what I was in middle school. It all began my freshman year, I was bullied relentlessly and teased constantly. I was pushed into lockers, pushed down in the hallways, made fun of by nasty comments from people who walked past me. I would also get dirty looks from different people in class. It got worse my Sophomore year. Then now as a junior, I have attempted suicide and I was cutting for about 3 years. I never thought I would end up this way. It wasn't until my boyfriend Blake made me see the true meaning of life. He has helped me defeat the bullies and made me a stronger person. Am I still bullied today? Of course. But I don't let it bother me. I thank god everyday that I didn't decide to kill myself and now I have stopped cutting.
My name is Lizzy. I've been bullied since kindergarten. Relentless teasing, pushing, punching... I was afraid to tell anyone, afraid that it would get worse. I knew adults saw, but they refused to acknowledge that those students were doing what they were to me. I was terrified to go to school, terrified of walking home... it was awful. I'm proud to say that for the last year I've been bully free, and I've started to speak against any bullies I see. I've made it my mission to raise awareness and to help those going through what I did. So kids, fight back. Don't give up. Remember, just because they don't see you as a wonderful person doesn't mean you aren't one. That is your choice.
When I was in third grade my parents were going through hard times I wore my brothers old clothes...I didn't have the clothes that the girls in my school had so they just ignored me and I guess that was ok..it made me sad to know they didn't want to be my friend so they started this thing called Alexis touch called me stupid tried to avoid me and talked about me behind my back...I moved schools and everything was ok for awhile..until we moved to Wisconsin and I started a new school they called me [Edited]...I'm quite skinny for my age...96 pounds so they called me anorexic and bulimic I tried not to let it bother me...they followed me home and screamed horrible things at me took my bike threw it in the street...when I was in 8th grade I got hit by a car while I was running across the street trying to get away from my bullies they laughed at me and when I came back to school they told me they wished I would have died and that I was a mistake and wrote names on my locker I moved to freshmen year and they found my locker and poured ink all over my stuff pushed me in the hallway took my food so I couldn't eat I started lashing out and getting angry...giving them a taste of there own medicine calling them the names that hurt me so much of course it didn't work...[ Edited Content] I moved schools again and got away from them...I'm still bullied by people my parents think its my fault I have no desire for anything anymore and I just feel so alone...like I have nobody it hurts so bad..I'm tired of the pain and im tired of hiding it my name is Alexis ...and I was bullied for 9 Years and still continue to be bullied today I want people to know my story so they know I'm still living through depression and I still have thoughts of suicide but I'm here...even tho sometimes I don't want to be.
I want to tell you my story!I'm 15 my name is kyria I'm In The 9th Grade! Mixed! Athlete! And I have/currently am being BULLIED
I was having the best year of my life.. And a girl named PS showed up! At first she seemed cool so we started hanging out! Little by little shed start asking for things I had and I'd give them to her just so she wouldn't talk about me! I finally stood up and stopped giving her thing but it got worse! She turned my friends against me and I was alone! My 9th grade year came around (current grade) and the year started off okay! I met my best Friend Tiffany! And because she was friendswith me PS bullied her! I was miserable coming to school not knowing what was gonna happen next! The girl had a twin sister! And one day me and Tiffany where together! They jumped my best friend:'( my cousin was holding me back... Even though I was scared I knew she was scared the most! It was a 5 on 1 fight! After that she continued to bully me! But my friend had it worse! We/I was miserable! We both complained and cried to our mothers about leavin! Now I had been at this school since I was a baby and they had just arrived! I had suicide thought and I almost attempted.. I had given up on god and life! Me and Tiffany weren't the only ones! I had a friend named macie that had Been thrown across the floor by the girl and talked about like a dog!! One day our parents got sick of complaining to the school and took it to the big board! We had a big meeting with alot of parents of the children being bullied! Their was security and very important people! Her mom was their and accused us of bullying her daughter!!! In the end they gave her 45 days of alternative school! She returns Wednesday! And ima nervous wreck me and my friends have prayed and prepared for this day! And it's come! Wish us luck!
I just wanted to share this because bullying is no joke and you'll never no how I feel until you've experienced it for yourself! I WANNA RAISE AWARENESS BUT I CAN'T DO IT ALONE PLEASE HELP ME! IM BEGGING YOU!
*Please note this story has been edited due to content.
When I was about in the 2nd grade it seemed to start.
I was sitting in class one day and these girls walk up to me and
say, " why are you sitting alone? " I just tell them that hardly
anyone wants to hang out with me. They start laughing and say
mean things about me, which made me cry. Later on in 3rd grade
those same girls told everyone not to hang out with me, I only had
about 1 or 2 friends at the time, and it hurt. In 4th grade those
girls acted a little nicer, but we're still rude.
Even though I transferred they still make fun of me by
calling me ugly,fat, annoying, and slow. I got really
mad at that and I just snapped at them, but realized I
became the bully. I learned that you really shouldn't
listen to the people who hate you and just be yourself.
Who cares if they don't like you for you, it's just how
Hello! My name is Jasmine.I like your website www.noplace4hate.org . I have never been bullied once because I go to a private school where bullying in NOT encouraged.. Well, actually... I was bullied once. I was friends with a girl named Natalie when I was about 9 and she had a older sister who absolutely hated me. We had the same lunch times and she would always say stuff like, "Your not good for my sister." or, "My sister doesn’t even like you.” It hurt a lot. Natalie was one of my best friends. I was one of her only friends because the other students weren’t ‘adjusted to her’ yet. I was actually the first person who walked up to her on the first day of school that year. Anyway. Natalie repeatedly went to the counsler and Natalie, her sister, and I all went in once. This was halfway through the year and I couldn’t take it anymore. The counselor sat us down and asked Natalie’s sister why she liked bullying me so much. She replied with, “I don’t know..” I didn’t believe that, and the counselor didn’t either. She asked her again and she replied with, “Because I don’t want my sister to have friends!” That hurt me, a lot. After that Natalie’s sister wouldn’t look mw in the eyes again. The bullying stopped. I was a much happier kid. Natalie left the school to go to public school two years later but I still see her and keep in touch. Now I know to seek the counselor if something like that happened again.
Hi. My name is Amanda. This story is not about me, but about my friend, David. Him and I would be babysat together when I was four. Since my mom worked nearby where they lived, she would let me stay there. After a while, David and I soon forgot about each other, and moved on with our lives. Little did I know horrible things were happening to him.After eight years, at a doctor's appointment, my mother asked me a question that would stay in my heart forever." Do you want to go to a funeral on Saturday?" I looked at her funny, and replied," For one of your friends?" She looked at me sad and replied, " For yours." I was shocked." Which friend?" I asked." David." At first, I had no clue who she was talking about. After showing me a picture of us together, it all started coming back. I asked her how he died.David was bullied at school by many people. Everyone knew, including some staff, but didn't do anything. Even worse, at home, he was beaten physically be his father. Still, the mother didn't do anything. I only wish I could've been there to help him through. Sadly, on Valentine's Day, David took his life by hanging himself. All I hope is that the people who read this, don't stand by, knowing someone is getting hurt constantly, because you could be the difference between life and death.
i have two stories i wanted to share with your website.
first was about a boy named ezra in my seventh grade history class. he was pretty immature and always acting kinda weird. whenever he talked someone would scream to shut up. or say really mean things. 'go die in a hole!' ' no one likes you!' and now i regret that i would never stand up to the other kids. also there was a time when i was bullied. one year in middle school a girl named Kendell gutner bullied me. i ended up going out with a boy she had once dated and still liked. she when around saying really bad stuff about me and spreading rumors. she would text the boy how she was going to kill me and how i was not good enough. one day my art teacher heard me talking about this to one of my friends and told the guidance counselor. we had a talk and i lied and said that i was exaggerating. i didn't want to cause more trouble. the next year we actually became friends. but i just think that that shows how anyone can do it. even those who seem to be the nicest of people.
p.s my name is megan.
My bullying story.
I'd never really given much thought to how i looked. It didnt really bother me to be honest, and i had never had a problem with bullies either. That was UN-til i reached year 7, in my senior school. I wasn't fat nor was i very skinny. i was classed as average. Healthy. But you see the new image in my school was VERY skinny. If you weren't skinny, you weren't socially acceptable. It never really bothered me at first to be honest, i had a few friends who also felt the same way, so we wasn't really bothered. It never was how popular we were that mattered, it was basically about how comfortable we felt about ourselves. My friends, soon started to crave the attention the other 'skinny' girls got. They had endless amounts of friends and almost everyone loved them and wanted to be them. My friends soon started to wear more make-up, go on diets, pull their skirts up higher. They soon ditched me and went off with these other girls. At first it wasn't so bad being alone, but the friends who recently ditched me soon got poisoned by the new girls they were hanging around with. They turned against me. rumors were spread. The names i was getting called were honestly horrific. It ranged from petty things like 'fat' and ' minger' soon to very strong swear words and foul language. It was then it started hurting. I was alone. Scared. I had no body to talk to. I didn't want to talk to my parents. Even though they were the most supportive and selfless people. They would of helped me through anything. But you see the problem was i always kept my self to my self. I was the "suffer in silence" type you might say. I hated telling people about my problems.It made me feel attention grabbing and 'weak' that i couldn't look after myself. So i decided to keep the Bullying problems to myself. BAD IDEA! I only had myself. Trapped in my own mind. Then my own thoughts even turned against me. I started to bully myself inside my head. I'd wake up every morning look at myself in the mirror and think "who would ever be friends with you.?" " you're fat. Worthless. Nothing. You're nothing compared to them." I never bothered fighting back these thoughts. i let them control me. Un-hinge me. It got to quite an extent where i decided i needed to change. I needed to be skinny. Just to prove them wrong. Just to prove myself Wrong. These girls at school kept up with the verbal abuse daily. But it helped. In a strange way. IT helped. I began to starve myself. The girls mean abuse was my motivator. TO keep going. Within in a week i had lost a stone and a half. My parents began to notice. They began to worry, and fuss. I lied to them endlessly. Telling them i was fine. My weight was very un-healthy. By this time i had no body to talk to.I was more alone than ever. The emotional pain was building and building and building. I couldn't take it no more. I began to self harm. I had seen articles in magazines about girls self harming. I read it stopped the emotional pain. So i tried it. I never cut my wrists. I wasn't stupid. I cut my legs. Well, that's how it started. It soon spiraled out of control. At one point i had 400 separate cuts up my legs,things, arms, stomach, and my hands. I was a monster. It made me feel better. I was blinded by wanting to be 'socially acceptable.' It got to quite an extent where my mum noticed the cuts on my arms one night whil i was sleeping. She questioned me continuously. I lied. I claimed i got attacked by my friends cat. She found it very hard to believe but she soon gave up no asking. She trusted me too much. I hated lying, but i didn't want her to find out. NO WAY. I didn't want fuss, or people feeling sorry for me. I kept things to myself. Cutting soon became an addiction, and carried on for 2 years. At this point, i had given up caring on being 'skinny' and wanting to fit in. Things had gone past that now. It wasn't UN-till one afternoon, when i caught a glimpse of my whole body as i got out the shower. I looked horrible red scars etched everywhere.The words 'fat' etched in my stomach. It was then i realized how bad things were. I immediately quit self harm. I threw my razor away. I felt happy inside for the first time in years. It felt amazing. I soon began to eat, gaining all my weight back and i got ot a healthy size 8. I moved schools and met some incredible friends who supported me. Im year 10 now. I put it all behind me. I am now a healthy fun loving girl. I appreciate life, and have learned i am fine the way i am. I accepted myself. I then realized it wasn't me who was in control, it was the razor. I then vowed form that day on-wards to help others who are being bullied. No one deserves to go through what i did. And that is why i came to this website. I use my story as a motivator for others to stop bullying. Thank you for reading. I accept myself and learned to love myself just the way i am. And to me that's the biggest achievement anyone can have. I now promise to help ALL victims of bullying!!!
When I was in first grade, I went to school with my best friend. We would always be together at all times no matter what and we were like two peas in a pot. Until I reached second grade. My friend and I were still very close, until a new girl came into the picture. She started telling me rude things to me. I tried to ignore her, but each day it got worse and worse and it brought me down. I started to feel less confident about myself each day from her mean and cruel words. To make things worse, she stole my best friend. The friend who I trusted all the time, but I tried to move on. Soon, my "old friend" started calling me mean things back to me along with the other mean girl. I tried to ignore them, but it was useless. I would cry when I went home, and I would convince my mom into homeschooling me everyday. Finally, she home schooled me. I was home schooled for about 5 years or so, and throughout those years, I've had 2 friends who back-stabbed me and betrayed me. It hurt me, but I got through it because I knew they weren't worth it. When I reached 7th grade, I was feeling lonely being at home and I decided I wanted to go back to school. My mom put me into school in the middle of the year, which made things very awkward for me. The first week of starting school, it felt weird because I had started in the middle of the semester and I didn't really know anyone. People would look at me like I was an alien. There was a group of mean/popular girls that would tease me for little reasons. It made me feel insecure about myself. The school that I attended was a private school, so the kids were very snotty and rich, and they would think that they're all that. And also, there is alot of bullying going in that school, and I know a kid who tried to commit suicide from the harsh words some kids would tell him. I told my mom how I felt, and she told me that I should stand up to myself and tell them how I felt. I was scared to stand up for myself, (I'm a very shy person) but I realized the more I ignored them, the worse it gets. So I spoke up. But I didn't tell them alone, I had others who had been dealing with the same thing. We told them to stop bullying us because it bothered us. We told them that it affected us and that they should not continue to do this to us or anyone else. Finally, the teasing stopped. I met new and loyal friends that made me feel confident about myself, and I learned that no matter what a bully tells you, you shouldn't ignore it and brush it off. Never suffer in silence. Speak up, tell a parent or a friend, don't deal with him/her alone. Also, be confident in yourself, you're beautiful, no matter what. <3
When I was in about fourth grade, it was my first time I ever got bullied. A girl came up to me and out of nowhere just said "You're stupid and ugly. You don't even belong at this school.".
That's where it all began. That was pretty much the only time in fourth grade I got bullied. Now, lets move on to fifth grade. That's where the big floods of bullying came. People came up to
me almost daily calling me ugly. I used to wear a lot of makeup because I, also, believed I was ugly, and because of that, a girl would always call me ugly and stupid for piling tons of makeup on
my face. People would call me ugly all of the time, and also, sometimes they would call me fat. Then in sixth grade, it sort of died down a little, because I didn't wear as much makeup. And last
year, in seventh grade, this boy would call me ugly all the time and tell me every day I was annoying, when I didn't even talk to him at all. When I didn't hear about him saying rude things about
me, he'd be behind my back talking about me. He got a lot of his friends to go after me and call me ugly. I've also been called emo and gothic because of the music I listen to and the way that I
sometimes dress. I haven't yet really told an adult, but I know that I should. I've told many friends, one being one of my bully's cousins. I've also had bullies in kindergarten who would throw
rocks at me and at my bike tires when I would be riding my bike. One of them recently passed away, so R.I.P to him, and I've also recently met up with one of them, who sincerely apologized for
it. Another time I was bullied, someone threw a baseball at my leg and left a big, round welt, and twisted one of my friends' thumbs and made her bleed. I've also been bullied by being swung
around by my hair and thrown to the ground.
I'm going to be telling an adult the next time I'm bullied. I just thought this was a much easier way to get it out for now. Thank you for listening to my story.
When I was in 7th grade I was about to move but in a few months and i got along really well with a lot of people. But when people found out they started whispering behind my back, I didn't notice at first but then i heard a few guys whom I thought were my friends saying they were glad i was moving. . . It really hurt and i didn't know what to do so I started cutting and when my friends found out they told the guidance counselor who told my parents. But the thing is my parents didn't care they told me to stop faking, and the fact that my parents didn't believe me is what made me suicidal. Nothing really helped until I moved and I wasn't bullied anymore but my parents still don't care and that bothers me but I'm no longer thinking that way or cutting.
I've been bullied for over six years now and it still goes on, it never seems to stop. It started when my Dad left when I was six, I told one friend and she back-stabbed me and told
everybody, the next day people where making fun of me and laughing at me, and making jokes. I didn't tell my parents, the guidence counseler... I.Told.NOBODY. I went through third grade and
fourth grade with only my two best guy friends, my Dad had had over three different girlfriends in the past two years. My Dad always wanted the best for me and my sister I think but I don't think
he ever could get the best for us. My little sister was about one when he had started dating this one girl, my Dad and her fought non-stop, there would always be throwing, hitting, screaming, and
blood, the police always showed up. After they had broke up, my Dad found some new girl and they ended up getting married after ONE FREAKING MONTH. To be honest I don't like my stepmom, she makes
me feel like Im worthless, stupid, ugly, broken, hideous, and lots of others.. the thing is my Dad didn't tell me he got married until two weeks after the wedding. I was so frustrated I thought
my only way out of all my stress and depression was cutting and suicide. My Dad and stepmom are still together today, my sister is five now and is a beautiful young lady and she's always happy,
and is just perfect.. but me on the other hand my mom always yells at me everyday, she threatens to hit me, and put me in a foster home, and she calls me all these names that hurt me. I started
fifth grade and made one friend that was a girl, I was happy but then I got a little too happy and told about mu cutting and attempts, and depression, she turned on me. People at school started
hitting me and grabbing my wrists and ankles looking for scars, cuts, burns, etc. They never found any. I started walking to school because people on the bus used to hit me, dump my bag out,
and do mean things to me. I started cutting myself more and more until my thighs, and wrists where shredded. My parents never noticed, they didn't care. I tried hanging myself in my front yard in
June because I couldn't stand the bullying anymore and all the stress I was going through. It turns out the person who saved me was the person that bullied me the most, the guy that used to bully
me is now my best friend and saviour. Yes I still do cut but I have cut back A LOT, and im very proud of myself. I stand up for myself more now. I have more friends that are willing to stand up
-Words Of Advice-
Don't do what I did, it was stupid and it led to very bad things. Speak Up, Tell An Adult. If someone is bullying you tell somebody, get help, TELL SOMEBODY. You're Important.<3 And many people will miss you if you were to leave.~
It started when I was 11. I just moved schools. Everything was alright, I even made a few friends.
A few months later, the school decided to make a completely new class in order to make the classes smaller (because apparently that helps with learning and eliminates bullying; Yeah, right!).
I was chosen to be moved form my old class to the new one. At first it was fine, everyone ignored me, and I was happy to be left alone. Then it started. One day after school a few people from my new class came to me.
"Hi" a girl said "Wanna be friends?"
I said "Yes" of course. She laughed and told me that she's sorry but her and her mates can't be friends with 'emo loners' like me.
A few more situations like that followed, but soon it turned physical. For a few weeks I was beaten up almost everyday after school. When I told the teacher, she said I can't move classes and that's final. So I was stuck with those horrible people. I started cutting myself, and cried myself to sleep every night. But after a few more months of putting up with that, I decided to tell my family. They didn't do anything at first, but after a while got tired of me moaning about how I hate school and talked to the head teacher. A week or so after that I was moved to another class and avoided my bullies during break. They soon forgot about me. I'm perfectly fine now. I stopped cutting. I hardly ever cry. And all because I told someone who could actually do so something.
When I when I was in 3rd grade, I started getting bullied. I was called shortie. I was bullied, kicked, punched and laughed at. I didn't do anything back. I didn't want to get in trouble, so I just told my mother. She told the principal to stop this child from hurting me. But, I was still bullied and had to got to another school. Now I am 6th grade, trying to stand strong. I don't cut, but I was close to trying to hurt myself in another way. But I decided not too. I am still a victim of being bullied, but I'm stronger.
One time when I was in the car with my mom and sister, all the kids from school were coming out. We were just getting out of the school zone, when there was two boys walking on the sidewalk. All of a sudden, the one boy just pushed the other into the road. My mom beeped and had to step on the breaks to avoid an accident. Since I was in the car, I couldn't do much but I was so shocked that kids would push other kids into busy traffic. Bullying is a very big problem, and I think it should end. I hope they enforce laws that it won't be tolerated if you're caught in action.
Since I was about 9, (i'm 12 now) I have been bullied at school. People call me fat and ugly. They laugh at me, threaten to beat me. Every time I told a teacher, they told me to go to the guidance counselor. When I go, she tells me to ignore them. Anyone who's been bullied, knows that's quite hard. Just recently in 6th grade, it got more serious. I started thinking about suicide and cutting. My friends told all our techers, and finally they did something. Bullying has decreased for me. So, the point is, don't be afraid to tell someone. Friends, teachers, neighbors, parents, siblings, anyone. They WILL help. Just tell them. It'll work eventually.
Bullying is something that's been around forever. Too often, people shrug it off as "a part of growing up". But the consequences can be a devastating experience for the recipient. I can remember back to my own childhood, there was a girl in my neighborhood that would often be taunted with cruel jokes. As kids, we would all just stand by and laugh. Though seeming harmless at the time, I am embarrassed to admit, I myself, had sometimes been laughing at the expense of that girl. In later years as an early teen, I also had a turn at a bullying experience. Now I felt exactly what it was like to feel hurt, scared and doubting my own self worth. Just like that girl from my neighborhood a few years earlier. Unfortunately,this problem continues to fly under the radar. It effects all races, genders and religions. I love the idea of kids banning together and helping end these problems. This is a harsh but necessary issue that effects us all. As a parent, I urge us all to talk to our kids about the facts. Don't ignore it or be afraid to face it. Reach out and help stop the hate.
When I was younger, being on stage was something I enjoyed. When my mom told me that there was a play and tryouts were the upcoming week, I was extremely excited. My mom drove me over to the tryouts, and I saw that there were lots of kids who wanted to be in the play. When they told me I made it I was full of joy. I couldn't stop thinking how much fun this would be.
On the first day I realized there were a group of four girls, and the "leader" of it was this one girl, we can call her T. At first 'T' seemed kinda nice, but then things suddenly turned around. She started making up lies, rumors and calling me names which made me cry. They took all my joy away from me. There was a girl who couldn't stand this bully. She and I promised eachother that we would tell the director about this problem. When I was looking for her, she was making fun of me secretly with the mean girls. I tried to tell the director, but all he said was "kids will be kids, just ignore them." I had to tell a parent who listened, and they helped. You know the saying "sticks and stone may break my bones, but names will never hurt me"? People say that, but the words are the ones that can hurt the most. I learned that bullies will just try to break you down and make you feel bad about yourself, but they're just doing that to make themselves feel better. Bullying is NEVER good in any way. Even to this day, I'm still slightly bullied. Every now and then someone will try to tear my spirit apart... but I know that you should just ignore it because after a while they'll just give up.
If you're a bully, just think how the other person might feel. And if you're a victim, just tell someone that can help.
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