Real Teens Speak Out

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

Unbelievable

When I was in elementary school I was picked on like you wouldn’t believe, and it’s something that I had to go through my entire elementary school career. I was constantly ignored, no one wanted to be friends with me. I remember when I tried sitting at the lunch table with a bunch of other kids they would always move away from me. It really gave me sort of a depressing feeling inside like no one wanted to be near me. There were times to when I was told by quite a few kids to my face that “No one wanted to hangout with me”, because of this that and the other. I am kinda glad that I don’t remember some of the stuff they said back in elementary but what I do know is whenever I would report them to the principle’s office they would not care and tell me to ignore them or blame me because I did something wrong when I never did.

Middle school was probably the worst time of my schooling career. I remember one time after a gym class I was going to the locker room to change into my school clothes and all of a sudden this random kid takes my hat away. All of a sudden he starts dragging me to the shower and starts punching me everywhere. He eventually knocks off my cochlear implant the most essential part of my everyday living. Without it hearing with just my hearing aid is very uncomforable and we wouldn’t be able to afford $6000 to replace it. After the bell rings the kid stops punching me. The bell rings I am on the ground for a few minutes, then I get up go to my guidance councilor’s office. Long story short they wouldn’t do anything about it. They told me it’s the end of the day and they would deal with it the next day. My mom picked me up I told her what happened, long story short I had to write a police report, next day kid gets suspended for just one day! My thought was unbelievable.

My first year of high school wasn’t bad I went to a new High School. But my sophmore year was really bad I was targeted at school and online by kids. A girl from school that set me up online. It was another person I liked and she sent me a message saying that she liked me when she really didn’t. She was pulling me a long by saying that I really liked you and I wanted to date you all that stuff that I thought was true really wasn’t. I got very emotionally upset because here I thought this person really liked me and it was all a joke by her and her friends.

I was very impressed by Luna Lovegood’s Ideals. It seems she had the ability to develop a hard shell towards individuals who had negative things to say about her. This is a great skill I wish I knew how to master when I was in her shoes, as a victim if bullying…… I read that she is very trusting, and never has betrayed any of her friends. I grasped this information from reading. It seems that that she cares about kids, people, and the world in general.

Happier Than Ever

Please note: This story contains reference to suicide.

Hi, my name is Halle. I’m trying to share my story across the U.S. About bullying. Here it is, if you could please share it.

When I was in fifth grade I met a group of girls. All nice and pretty. We started to hang out we each other, sit together at lunch, and talk to each other. We would go to crazy places at night and get home super late. Life was ok with them. We started hanging out with boys too. Just for fun though, nothing big. When the year started to go on, I started to forget my best friends that I had known for a very long time. I wouldn’t even notice them. We started going out more and more and two girls in the group got in fights every now and then causing just a little drama. That was no compare to what happened to all of us that changed our lives. A person had found my number and started texting it anonymously. They would tell me that no one likes me and that they were just pretending to be my friend. They told me that no boy would ever like me. Then it got to a point where they would just tell me to go and kill myself. That I was ugly and fat and that no one had wanted me. And my life at home, my sister was dealing with depression. I knew that I had no one to talk to me.

It was obviously one of the girls texting me because they knew everything we talked about. The girls that we would talk about as we sat in a circle and just talked crap about them. I cried for days. I knew that of course, even though I turned away from my best friends, they came and supported me even after I ignored them. I felt like if they were telling me to die then maybe I should. But then I realized that I was letting this persons words affect me. If I died, I would be throwing away a life would never want to give up. After that, the meanest girl in the group decided to cut the word victim in her arm for attention. I was so angry because I knew how it felt to be truely upset. I saw my sister go through it. I knew she wanted everyone back in the palm of her hand. I didn’t let it happen. I finally decided to go up to the meanest girl in the group. Her name was Natalie.

I told her that I was sorry. I was sorry I yelled at her and called names that I could never take back. That I let myself get caught up in this mess. I told her I was sorry that I had let this wonderful friendship slip through my hands all because of this drama. I told her that most of all, I was sorry that I had put myself in a place i wasn’t happy and I knew it. I told her that we could never be the same friends again. But I’m willing to accept her as she is. That is one thing that truely changed my life. She knew I was right because she gave me a big hug and thanked me. By the end of that year we were all crying. We would have to go to seprate middle schools. Natalie and I plus that whole group was spilt up. The group and Natalie both ended up at the same school while I went to a different school with my two best friends. I knew that this was a terrible year but I would never take a thing back because I wouldn’t be where I am today. I still have two amazing best friends, I’m on a swim team, and I’m happier than ever. Natalie of course is still stuck in one of those groups at her school but I’m happy that that’s not my problem anymore.

My story

I have been getting bullied at school not For how i look dress or act but just because somw girls likes my boyfriend ️️and tried to break is up but i told Them to stop i thought jt was over but i got mean messages ans snapchats about how im a ugly Fat a slut and much more. I Blocked Them but they made new accounts and they kept bothering me. At first ut was only online but it git brought to school and now The teachers get me to talk and apologize to the bullies. Why? I didn’t do anything to them. It stopped for a few days but then I was sitting in history doing my work with 2 of my friends and I felt a pencil hit my head. I thought it was my friend messing with me then I felt another one so I turned around and I saw a boy that is friends with the girls that have been messing with me laughing with the girls and he picked up the pencil. I got hit in the back of the head around 30-40 times the i asked to leave and go to the bathroom as I go to leave I get hit again and then called a f****** b**** by one of the girls. I looked sad the rest of the day a lot of people asked what’s wrong I just murmered im okay. After lunch I cried during my whole math class and said my head hurt but in reality I was tired of being picked on and I don’t want to get kicked off sport teams for soemthing so stupid. No matter where I go they follow and I don’t want to live my life thinking that someone is always gonna put me down. I try to stay positive but it’s hard im almost to the breaking point of shutting down my phone. I get stressed out easily and Im only 14. That’s not good im not sharing my story to win the Mac I just want people to know that there not alone and they have to stay positive and keep there heads up high. I have friends but no one really knows what’s going on… Im not popular but im an athlete i take my school and sports serious but one thing I hate is bullying.