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For months now at my school I’ve been bullied by this group of girls, or as me and my friend who we’ll call Blondie like to refer to them as, the bully buddies.
They’ve been attacking me and Blondie and my other friend who we’ll call Blue Eyes, for months. The attacks range from physical violence to verbal threats to fake accusations. One day the leader, who we’ll call Snotface, threw all kinds of homophobic, racist, inappropriate, disrespectful comments at me and Blue Eyes. We reported Snotface and lo and behold, a teacher actually did something about it! Snotface and her friend (alias Two-Sided) spent the rest of the day in our vice principal’s office being questioned. Snotface’s parents and my parents were called in and Snotface was given a month of detention. The principal is also putting in measures to protect me Blondie and Blue Eyes from Snotface and Two-Sided. The moral of this story is: If you report someone once and nothing happens, KEEP TRYING. Tell as many people with as much description as you can, till the bullies get what’s coming to them. I know it’s cliche, but it’s true. And remember: you are smart, strong, beautiful, and loved. And don’t let anyone change that.
Hitting and hurting me so bad my heart was broken into 10 little million pieces, and I have lost my faith in people and the world too
I was tormented everyday by the same boy at school. Each day he would make jokes about me because once he started making the other kids laugh, he just couldn’t stop trying to get that attention. He farted loudly in class once and blamed it on me. The entire class laughed at me every year after from third grade to 8th making fart noises at me, and not including me in activities and alienating me to avoid looking uncool to him. Each day this same kid followed me home throwing rocks, saying evil vile things about me and my sibling to his friends loud enough for us to hear. He didn’t even live on our street and would follow me home just to insult me. I would run and cry my eyes out the whole way home. I felt worthless, like a piece of ugly trash each day.
from the first year i attend primary, i felt unwanted. There was these girls in the next class who were given attention by teachers and i didn’t mind that but whenever i went to their class they made sure i felt stupid. We were only 6 years old then. When i went to grade 2 they bullied me more, wrote my name in school toilets, always confronted me about things i didn’t even do but you see all those days are not worse than the day they stood by the gate, when i came out of the school yard , a crowd was waiting for me there , they humilated me and slapped me. i then was in the same class as them in grade 5 and 7. i swear i never enjoyed my primary years , nowadays they talk about me behind my back but i clear, i won’t let a bunch of spoilt brats ruin my primary years and my entire life.
When I was 11 I was bullied by the three people who I thought were my best friends. One I had known from multiple years prior and the other two I had just met that year. They bullied me for who I was, what I wore, you name it. Every time I walked away or told them to stop they would follow me saying ” come on, can’t you take a joke?” One day they even texted me about how no one would ever like me and that they ” never would have become my friend if they knew who I actually was” but they said that they would ” give me a second chance because they felt bad for me.” I deleted the text messages cause I thought it was my fault. They even pushed me to the point where I was very close to ending it all. This continued for a few years but it felt like an eternity, until I told my classmate what was going on. They helped me out of the dark place I was in and even yelled at the bullies for how mean they were to me. I now know that what those bullies did was UNACCEPTABLE. The one thing that still gets me is if you were to ask the bullies what they did, they would have no idea. Just remember everyone that no matter who you are, how old you are, where you are from, etc., bullies and mean people do not and I mean DO NOT deserve a place in your life. You are beautiful in every way and the bullies are just jealous because of how amazing you are. You make the stars shine brighter and every time you look into a mirror, the mirror feels blessed that the most beautiful person in the world is looking through them. Remember to keep shining like a diamond, just like you always have.
When I was 10 or 11 I was bullied for being deaf. I was different than them in the face. Then eventuality I started having suicidal thoughts and got depression really bad and still have depression really bad.
When I was 8 and 9, I got bullied because I am a Colombian/Cuban American, and This little girl said to me, ” I don’t like you, cause’ you’re white.” I thought it was nothing at first, but then it escalated. She started to call me names, make fun of me, and she even tried to push me down the school stairs. Luckily, she grabbed my shirt, and stopped me from falling. My parents contacted the principal, and we were told not to speak, or be around each other. But then, she would blackmail my friends, and tell them to deliver a message from her, to me…and if they didn’t, she would tell the teacher that they cheated on a tests (which they didn’t). She was saying racist things about me, and making rumors that I was bullying her. So, I told my mom and dad, and my parents personally came to the school, and shared this information with the principal. The little girl was then banned from the school.
Ten years of friendship. First five best friends, following five still very close. So what changed? What changed for her to actively make my life a misery? What changed for me to end up here? Feeling alone, isolated, like no one understands. As if I’m a worthless, ugly person who doesn’t deserve anything. Meanwhile, she laughs at my pain, turning others against me. I cry myself to sleep; distraught from the pain she’d caused that day, scared of the pain she’ll cause tomorrow. And I cry, and observe her social media posts of her “amazing friends” or her drinking at parties. So I’m here hurting from her actions and she just carries on without a care, cause I don’t matter to her and she wants to hurt me.
What did I do wrong? Primary school, high school, everything is great. Three month long summer and everything has changed. And all I can think of is our GCSE results, mine were better than hers. But I never told anyone what I got, and she was the one who published them on social media. Yet still, I spend my life wishing I did worse and she did better, cause at least then I might have had the chance of feeling happier. But why should anyone else matter when exams are about doing your personal best, and not about having to do better than your friend. So why do I feel so guilty that I did well, like I don’t deserve my results, like she should have done better?!
It’s just every time I speak, she criticises me. I’m always wrong, even if I’m actually right. And if she knows there’s no way to prove me wrong when I state a simple fact, she ignores me. And then she gets the others to join in too. It’s like I don’t exist, like they wouldn’t realise if I wasn’t there. Sometimes I wonder if I should just disappear, cause none of them would probably care. But it’s just constant, like excluding me from group chats, and making snarky faces at me on the bus, and just making my closest friends go against me, leaving me with no one. And I tried staying away from her, but when we get the same bus to college it’s hard. All I want is for her to leave me alone, and admit what she’s done and say sorry. But that’s never going to happen. I just don’t know what to do anymore.
I tried telling my form tutor but that made everything worse and I nearly lost my other friends who mean so much to me. I could go to my form tutor again, and she’d have the fact she was a bully on her permanent record, but I’m scared that will lose me my friends. And I guess you could say what friends are they if they take her side over yours, but they’re just all scared of her. Maybe I was just never meant to have happiness.
my life is just hard and especially I don’t have real friends, I don’t sing with bullies but I just pray for them, sometimes I help the bullies but in return they are hurting and intimidating my feelings. I’ve been ruined a few times because of bullies but even though I’m like this and even though I’m not as good as them to hurt, I have talents that I hide but I don’t bring out just like taekwondo and judo. if only I could have a friend too:(
One day while I was at school these two boys started barking at me in the halls, I had some classes with them so they continued to do it to me during class. One of the boys put a chunk of his deodorant in my bag, which was nasty, that kid was soon switched out of my class because the school was informed that that was happening. There was also this other guy in my history class and he has bullied me for almost my whole life. One time he stole my Chromebook so I had to go to my 2nd period with no Chromebook. He later got in trouble because of some other things and was expelled from my school.