On the first day of school, I sat by my big brother. An older girl switched seats and sat by me. I didn’t want her to sit by me but she did. She pinched me. Ouch! A few weeks later, she sat by me again like she always did. She pinched me so hard that it left a bruise. My mom saw the bruise. My brother was sick the next day so I cried about having to ride the bus. I felt scared. Then my teacher said that my mom was going to pick me up. We went inside the building and I told my teacher what was happening on the bus. My teacher helped me stay safe. I still think about it. I learned it was bullying and it’s okay to tell an adult.
It was 2nd grade my mom was ill and she was in the hospital for 3 months. My dad left me when I was born so I had no one to look after me. Until my grandma kept me.then my aunt. but I missed her a lot so when I went to school I said nothing and I was mostly crying non stop. Kids were laughing at me because they thought that I was a cry baby. Eventually my mom got out of the hospital. She had a boy during her visit. Then I had a brother, but that didn’t go well. My brother was sick because my mom had been sick and he was in the NICU ( baby hospital ) for 3 weeks. He couldn’t breathe when he got out of my moms stomach. Then when I got to school people were making me feel bad when they said" your brothers gonna die" over and over. and to this day in middle school I’m still bullied but I can only say this, don’t let people get in your head because something about you or some issues you might have about your life at that moment.
When i was in first grade i was bullied. A girl in my class i knew called me names every day she made me do things but one day i finally said to my mom i am being bullied so then my mom told my teacher and she said to the girl you are hurting her feelings so then she finally stopped.
One time, I was walking in the hall way. My friend she was so happy that day because it was her birthday. This girl was so mean to her every day,until this day she was the meanest of all! We were going to tell her that bullying isn’t right. Finally, we all understand that bullying isn’t right.
IF YOU GET BULLIED TELL A TEACHER OR AND ADULT THANK YOU FOR READING MY STORY BYE!
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One time,last year when I was in third grade there was a new girl in our class she was cross eyed and everybody made fun of her the only people that were nice to her was me. I didn’t want nobody to bully her it doesn’t feel nice.I was bullied before and it didnt fell good at all and I got bullied on my birthday it was the worst and best day of my life kind of because I was bullied and it was the best day of my life because I had a big party at Chucke. Cheese.Ok lets get back to the story ok.As I was saying the new girl was walking with me to the playground and then my other friends saw her and was like "EW YOU ARE HANGING OUT WITH THE NEW GIRL SHE IS CROSS EYE YOU MIGHT GET SICK OF SOMETHING EW IF YOU DONT STOP HANGING OUT WITH THAT GIRL YOU CANT HANG OUT WITH US OK BECAUSE WE DONT WANT TO GET SICK."I was like why do you have to be so mean now you made her cry oh my gosh what is wrong with you.I am going to tell the principal on you because it is not your first but it is going to be you last time doing this ok because you did this more than 10 times to all different kinds of people you even did it to the new girl last year and the year before that,you guys are bullies and I dont want to hang out with bullies ok.And after I told the principal they got in trouble and they were never mean to any one again.
There was a girl that bullied me for two years. It felt like nothing was going to change, but one day for the first time I had enough! I stood up for myself and she finally stopped for a while. Then she did it again, my friends saw how upset I was and told an aldult. And that was the end she stopped for good!
I was in the 7th grade when it happend she had sarted online and then she would not stop she just keep going on and on and on but i thought she was my best friend but it trued out that she was not then the next day she started to cuss at me and then started leaving me out of things and then she started to kick and hit me then i came home from a volleyball game wich she was also in well i got home and i started crying.
I am on the football team. If you aren’t a starter on the team, you were usually the one getting picked on in the locker room. When I first started I thought I was going to have fun in it because I’ve done football all my life and wanted to continue on in my high school career. When I started I was one of the smaller guys on the team and the coaches didn’t see me as much, but got a secondary position. After the first week their I started getting picked on in the locker room because of how small I was and shouldn’t be on the football team; that was when I started not going to practice. I was scared that if I went to practice, then I would be picked on again and not be a part of the team. I didn’t want to tell my mom because she would be mad if I quit football because it costed her $150 to put me in that sport. So I just waited after school and didn’t go to practice and was on my phone watching YouTube. The only time I actually played was at the games to show my mom that I was still on the team so she wouldn’t get mad at me. So I am questioning whether I want to play football next year because my freshmen year of football wasn’t the greatest and just started here and got the bad look at it. I want to continue football because I’ve played the my entire life, but could now be at stake just because I was bullied.
people use to tell me that im fat,ugly my teeth look bad i need to get get my teeth take out
I was just to be bullied every day at my old school. Older kids would like to pick on me because I used to like girl stuff and I would come home crying to my mom because I had felt like I was the only person in the world how was being picked on and that made me really really sad. My mom would tell me it doesn’t matter what other people think about what you like and to be proud of how you are inside of you and let it show. But most of the time it didn’t help. People would still ask me why I was so girly and people actually called me a girl not a little bit but a lot. So don’t be scared to be how you are inside of you but how you are on the outside and let it show.