Real Teens Speak Out

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Growing up you were told sticks and stones may brake my bones but words will never hurt me. Well when words are taped to stones and thrown at you it hurts. My bullying consisted of from 7 am to 9pm and none of it was cyber bullying it was at school and at home. Kids called me names and beat me up for nothing. i rode my bike to school because my parents didn’t want to drive me four miles there and four miles back. So i park my bike and the kids were already there i could never escape. I laugh about how the nurse could tell who beat me up by the size of the bruise on my body. I was in the guidance counselors office so much and talked to so many child case workers that every case worker new me by name and every time they saw me the first thing they asked was what happened this time? My life was a nitmare no matter what i did. I never had time to cut myself or commit suicide because i was to busy and its still going the same way and im only in 7th grade

Stop bullying once for all

It’s easier for me to put my feelings on paper. I want to be a person that makes improvements in the world like Michael Jackson or Martin Luther King for freedom and Nelson Mandela for equality. And I, I want to be there for kids to stop bullying everywere in this world.
They have telling me for years I am different. But now I realize that it is okey. Iam different and I am proud of that.

With my story I want to change the world. I am certainly not the only one who gets bullied. It is horrible when it happens. No one deserves to be bullied.
More than thousand kids around the world have committed suicid. Now it is enough we have to stop this in the name of the world. Most people have no idea how serious this problem is and how bad the consequences can be.

I want to change the world ,not for me but for everyone around the world. Nobody knows how many people still go astray, through all the years of pain and grief.

It’s enough now I want to make the difference for all those who are bullied .I want them to know that they are not alone.

The mean note

On the last day of school of school I opened up my yearbook and someone wrote no one likes you horray! I was heartbroken. The only who matched up with the handwriting was my BFF. I started crying in the cafeteria. Do not let anyone bring you down. But I was not surprised I am bullied constantly.

I hate bullying I want it to STOP

In the beginning of 6th grade this girl always made fun of me and my friends she also Texted me and called me a jerk and said you and your friends are not popular and are ugly and stupid.

Bus of Horrors

I catch a public bus to and from school. This girl caught the bus also, I was good friend with her boyfriend but she didn’t like that. She always used to death stare me or say mean things to me and I always used to ignore it until one day i got off at the shops, she followed my little brother and I around the shopping centre, then followed me home. I got anxiety and depressed and started getting scared of catching the bus then I went to the principal and he got her expeled

Bullied

I was bullyed as a kid, from 5 to 11. I lived in a small town so things got around fast. Kids were afraid of being my friend do to getting bullied themselves. I would be in my room asking myself why and crying, I was scared of going to like the park. All share one of my stories. I visited a girl’s house for fun. The day after she said my bully visted and asked if she was my friend and then guess what she said to my bully no I am not a friend of Spencer I was so mad. But a few years ago I found out why my bully was a bully it was that of jealousy, I forgave my bully so I could move on but all still have a scar. It was hard but in the end I learned compassion for others. Don’t forget that if you are

being bullyed it will end and people like me and others are there for you.

Stop it

Hi, I’m almost 14, Polish girl and this is my story. I’ve always been really shy. When I was in kindergarden, I had a lot of friends actually, but also there was a one girl that I was afraid of. She wasn’t doing anything to me, but I was just scared. Then, when I stared school when I was 7, I was a lot more confident. I had a lot of friends and I wasn’t care about this girl that was in my kindergarden and now she’s in the same class as me. And then I started 6th grade. Things starts to be a lot more harder to me. This girl is really popular in my school. A lot of people hate her, but no one ever said her how rude and mean to others she is. Anyways. I’m really trying to ignore her but it doesn’t work. Everytime I’m hearing that she’s talking about me, I want to cry. When she walking in the way I’m in, I’m walking away. When she’s staring at me during the lesson, I’m trying to act like I’m not seeing her and I’m writing something in my notebook. She’s always like "Why are walking away? Why are you can’t stop writing? Why are you’re hiding from me?", she’s saying that while laughing and making fun of me, because she knows that I feel uncomfortable and sad. That not all of what she’s doing but it’s not that important right now.

I’ve always wanted to ask her, why she’s doing that to me. I it really that funny? Even if I’m only standing, sitting, fixing my hair or even talk to my closest friend, she could laugh at it. Everyone who knows it are saying that I need to tell the teacher or my parents. But what if she will find out and turn my last days of school into hell? People are saying ‘Just ignore her, she’ll get bored about it’, but it doesn’t work. Now, I’m having social anxiety because of her
Now, I’m even trying to not sleep, because I know that tomorrow is next day, and another reason to cry. Bullies from all of the world needs to know how painful their words are, and realize that’s not cool when you’re bullying someone who is more shy or just diffrent. That all needs to stop…

Its not only you… But it will get better!

Have you ever felt many different kind of emotions? It sucks… Sometimes you’re happy and you may seem pretty good with life. Other times you feel down an like you just don’t have a clue. There’s questions we sit an ask ourselfs. Questions we won’t get answers to. Like why am I here, what’s my purpose, what has my life been about or will be about… Different kind of questions that we ask ourslefs as a teenager. Trying to figure out life an how everything will change having to be an adult an have more responsibilitys about things an a lot more. It’s scary! But while you sit in your room listening to those sad songs, sit an cry not knowing what you’re feeling, and slowly the thought of just ending your life within a few seconds pops up an you cry an cry an ask why, an why you… As much as it hurts an as hard as you think it is make a way to live. God knows your life story an what he wants you to live. There’s many people who are here to stand by your side through it all don’t feel alone. Every tear shed is a bit more of strength to keep moving on… We all diserve the best. A smile to everyone stay strong!

Bullying in my Life

Hi my name is Miranda, and I’m 15 and this is my bullying story. Ever since I can remember, I’ve been bullied for something; Me being so called ‘fat’, me not being the way they had wanted me to in general. Third grade is really when it all had started. I moved around a lot as a kid so when I came to that school half way through third grade I figured it would be a new start for me. Boy was I wrong! A few weeks after I had started there, I started getting picked on by these groups of girls (and boys too) for not being what they wanted me to be. They told me I was fat, a nerd, and that I was the teacher’s pet. Fast forward from 3rd grade to when I was in 5th grade at the same school. Things had relatively stopped all until one day when the same girl who had bullied me in 3rd grade had pushed me into a bookcase. It hurt when she did it then I began to wonder, why would she do that? Later on after I had moved away I found out it was because she just about had enough with me.

As stated earlier, I moved around a lot as a kid. So when I had moved towards the end of 6th grade to a completely different town, I figured again that it would be a fresh start and that I wouldn’t get bullied. And for a little bit, I was right. Everything went really smoothly and I had made some new friends along the way. When there was a few weeks left in the school year is when things started to get really bad. Maybe I set somebody off but there was this one boy who decided it was his mission to make my life there at school miserable. He tried to break my fingers in my locker when they were in the locker door by slamming the locker door shut on them. Thankfully I had pulled them out in time. He also would slam all my books to the ground, and once he tried to push me down a short flight of stairs in my school. Again, I was able to catch myself on the hand railing before anything was done. Of course he would call me the typical names; fat, slut, teacher’s pet.

After 6th grade there wasn’t really any bullying because he had been moved to a different part of the school so I never saw him again. Now here comes the time of my Freshman year in high school where it was without a doubt the climax of all this bullying. There is one class, World History where it had really all started back up again. There was this one guy in my class, and he would constantly berate me. This was the point where I first had gotten glasses so now I started getting called Four-eyes. Also at this point, I was having some personal stuff going on in my family, and somehow this kid knew about these issues. He had started making fun of me because of these issues in the middle of class. Then he would always mock my appearance because again I wasn’t exactly a skinny girl at this point. Since we’re in middle school though, the names had gotten much nastier like whore, skank, and so on. That issue with that kid had stopped when someone in my class (who I still don’t know) had gone to the dean’s office and told somebody. Then it was peaceful for a few months again until it had picked up again in the 2nd semester of my freshman year. In my gym class, there are these group of four guys who are the class troublemakers. They do nothing but cause stress to the teacher, who is retiring at the end of this school year. I started helping her out and just being a nice person. This entailed that if these group of four boys were doing something really bad, I would tell her so she could handle it accordingly. These boys had eventually found out I was doing this so they started calling me a snitch every time they saw me. Things like “hey look, it’s the f’ing snitch” and “snitches get stitches” would be told to me along with name calling as well. After one of these kids had screamed and yelled in my face in the middle of gym class, I started crying in the middle of gym class. Now before when kids would call me these names and do what they were doing to me, I could usually hold it in til I got home and then I would cry my eyes out upstairs where no one was able to hear me. People like them started to make me wonder why I was getting bullied? I mean was it something I was doing that was causing them to constantly tear me down? Was there something wrong with me? These thoughts and my emotions would be concealed by what I would like to call ‘my mask’. I would act like I wasn’t hurt and I was this brick wall that nothing could break through. That worked until that day in gym that I had previously had stated before. My days started getting rougher and rougher, but slowly my friends were backing me up, especially the ones in school. There were two kids in particular in the school, and in my gym class. They are Sophomores and one’s a girl the other is a boy. They really started helping me and were there for me during school. They made me feel safe and secure, knowing that nothing would happen to me during the day. They became part of my ‘family’.

I’m not going to lie, I’m still getting partially bullied as I am writing this to you guys. I may never stop being bullied, who knows. But I do know one thing, if you find the right people that will always be there for you no matter what and will stick by your side through thick and thin, it makes life in bullying a lot easier. I’m one voice out of millions who are being bullied, but all you need is one success story of someone who is properly dealing with bullying, and it starts a chain reaction of people who want to make a change in their lives and stand up for themselves.

CHANGING MY SCHOOL TO NOTHING BUT HAPPINESS

it’s about me getting bullied all the time and i done some things that i should have not done. i had a hard time with that because it’s been happening since freshman year and now i’m in my junior year of high school. now i wanna take action for the whole school and make alot more kids than just me happy. i’m making a difference in the world