Real Teens Speak Out

Because of a simple rumor

When I was 16 , I moved to a new high school . Everything was seems good and lots of people like me and lots of them don’t. To be honest and not praising myself , I’m quite beautiful and fun . So one of the girl got jealous of me and make a rumor about me . Everyone in the school believe it . I got hates everywhere ; from my batchmates , seniors and even juniors . Since it was a boarding school , I have to face people 24/7 and I could not run away . I eat alone everyday . No one bothers to join me. I keep getting hate letters and everyone calling me names . I lost all my confidence . When I can’t take it anymore , I meet the school counselor and unfortunately she doesn’t believe a thing I said and told me that I was making up stories . I feel so sad that my heart felt like being stabbed numerous time . Once , I received like certification of my grades , I was called upon the stage to review the present . I was being booed by the whole students in front all the teachers . But no one stood for me . No one stop the scene. No one . I’ve been humiliated in front of thousands of people but no one there to save me . There’s one time I left my belongings in my class . When I returned , someone had smashed all of it . It really breaks my heart because my father bought it for me using his hard work . I come from a poor family so the pain is greater to see that . I remember taking off my shoes to go to a special room but when I come out to put on my shoes , someone had already throw it away . I’ve graduated but I’m still depressed . I have trauma everytime I get on stage because I’m afraid someone booed me . Plus , during senior prom ; lots of students voted me for “the most hated girl”

Words do hurt

Hi, I’ve been bullied all my life. It didn’t really get bad until 5th grade. People started to parade rumors about me, call me names, and hurt me. This one time I sat at this table near this girl, and she told me, “No one likes you. Everyone hates you, no one will sit by you.” Then she walks over to this other table and said that she hated me. And the others girls said yeah we hate her too. And they talked about how much they hated me. And 6th grade wasn’t any better. People would isolate me and tell me that I smelled horrible. That my shoes were stupid that I was stupid and I didn’t matter and that I had lice and ate it and was made fun of for my disabilities. In 8th grade it started to get worse again people accused me of looking at other girls and being gay. Told me to my face that they’d have to switch classes because I was in there, they would hit me, throw stuff at me and would scoot away from me if I sat near them. In 9th grade a girl accused me of stalking her when I was just trying to go to class. Told all her friends and they harassed me. When I did nothing, I’d tell teachers about it and when they confronted her she laughed at them and said that she didn’t know what they were talking about. And after that she would go tell more people. And then the next year she told people that she had to move because of me. And I didn’t even know her at all we just had some classes together and sat next to each other! And then in 10th grade, a friend of the girl decided to tell her friends that I was checking her out and tried to hurt her. She said this while laughing. And I told the teacher and she got confronted and said she had no idea what she was talking about. Then people would ruin my stuff and call me pervert. And this year another friend of the girl told people I was stalking him. When we had most of the same classes together and near each other! I was done and upset that had to get pulled out of school. And I never did anything to these people, I have no idea on why they targeted me. But now I can’t go anywhere without being super paranoid or looking over my shoulder.

when I was still in middle school, I knew my personality not yet ready to became a teen. While all my friends started to change, fell in love, tried their first kisses or just hangout with cool seniors. I was late adapter in society and day by day people would ignore my presence, but a few of them calling me names.
I never knew why they acted like they hate me so much, I often cried and counting with hope this moment would be over.
No one wanted to sit beside an outcast like me. Someone told them to stay away from me, because I am weird and all bad stuffs she could muster.

And now….
I hate her with my whole life, despite my knowledge, being in hate is tiring my soul out.

bullying

when i went to this school, i wasnt very happy. i had close freinds until i got the bully. the bully was very tall . she called me fat and stupid. i didnt feel like i belong here. but i had to take a stand, i stood up to the bully. i dont care what anybody thinks anymore. ive had enough of this. IM NOT FAT, IM THICK! NOW I FEEL VERY SAFE IN MY SCHOOL.
FROM THEN ON, IVE BECOME FRIENDS WITH SO MANY PEOPLE, 2 YEARS AGO FROM today i wouldnt think i would have as many friends as i do now. thanks bye x

Dark room

I was a happy person, but things got bad my family was having problems and my school got hard and people would talk bad about me later on my friends stop being my friends and soon after that I was alone . I talked to my family but they didn’t understand they kinda told me it was my fault so it made me sad I would cry myself to sleep and think about just taking my life but I sat there and thought about how later on in life none of the people that are hurting me are going to be here forever . I thought to myself and told my self that I don’t need friends I have family that support me and love me and I don’t want to hurt them that I’m a beautiful human being and I am worthy of being alive everyone is your such a strong beautiful human being and you should all stand up and fight one day you will walk around bulletproof 💗

Words can destroy your whole life

I got bullied since I was in the “Grundschule”(in Germany). No one wanted to play with me because one girl always told lies about me. I was very open, not shy at all and nice to everyone. Alone the fact that you stay alone and the others play together and dont want to play with you hurts so much. Then I got to the “Gymnasium”. I was shy and quiet. And that was the reason I got bullied again. I was not like the others and looked a bit younger. It got further that the whole classes of the grade laughed about me and hurt me with words. And after I got beaten up by boys I changed the school. New Start new me I thought… But I talked to no one was the quiet girl in the back. And till now I dont know how or what to talk with my classmates because im afraid to tell them something personal, afraid to say something wrong, to be laughed at in the middle of the class. I’m extremely shy and have social phobia. They destroyed me and my whole life. They live happy not knowing that what they did follows me until now.

my story about being bullied

since I started secondary school I got bullied well to be honest I got bullied through primary as well but not as much as I have in secondary school. I got bullied for many different reasons like my weight, my looks and how rich or poor I was . Many people believed that I was obese for my age and it really hurt to be told that. My looks I admit I didn’t really like the way I looked but I didn’t care what I looked like, but when everyone bullied me for not having the best eyebrows or other facial features it really got to me so I started wearing a bit of makeup, but no matter what I tried I still got bullied. Also money wise I know many people wouldn’t understand this reason but whenever my friends wanted me to go up town with them or went clothes shopping I declined because it would’ve ended badly for me . I didn’t tell my mates for awhile about my money problem but they found out and of course I got bullied for it. The one thing no one really wanted to notice about me was my personality I mean I may not be the smartest person there is but that doesn’t matter the thing that matters was that I got judged on the things that didn’t matter when really they should’ve judged me on the important things. I do admit I may still be a teenager and not understand things completely but I understand bullying. And I will still be bullied throughout life because no matter where you are in life bullies are everywhere. So here’s quite a bit of advice for everyone who has suffered or still suffers from bullying. Yes you may still continue to be bullied and tormented but what you have to think is that the only reason why you get bullied isn’t to do with you its to do with the actual bully. Bullies only bully people to fit in or some do it because they got bullied but still there’s no excuse for bullying. And if you have ever thought about going against your bully and thinking will this make me a bully it wont because you are just teaching the bully that its not nice to be threatened and tormented. I always and sometimes do still think that question ‘If I go against someone who is bullying me does that make me a bigger bully and the truth is it doesn’t. Be yourself no matter what other people think about you it only matters what you think about yourself.

It can be for life

On first grade, I developed an unexplainable love for books and literature, and, as we started having tests, my grades only got higher and higher. I was proud of myself, and so was my family. But, as the months passed, I was getting somewhat isolated, from everyone. I didn’t want that to happen, but it did.
On second grade, the name calling started. It wasn’t much, only things like ‘smarty pants’, ‘teacher’s pet’ and ‘perfect girl’, and it didn’t happened often, but the more time passed, the more isolated I got.
On third grade things escalated, but much changed.
On fourth grade, my best friend left my classroom, and things went to a whole new level: laughing at me, pulling my hair in the middle of class (we sat in rows and didn’t choose where to sit, so they could do it very easily), slamming my books, the things I most care about, to the ground and spreading rumors about me. In that point, i was already spending my breaks at the library, alone.
On fifth grade, it was the same thing, except I knew that I’d be free in no time.
I never told anyone, because I thought that, when I changed schools, things would get better. They did, for a while.
In the end of sixth grade, my “best friend” turned her back on me. I didn’t have many friends, only her and another girl, because I already had trust issues, so, when she started hanging out with the ‘popular girls’ I had no one to be with, because my other friend had other friends. My old “best friend” called me names and told her new friends my secrets. I don’t know what else she did, because I blocked almos 3 months of my life. On the last day of school, that same girl APOLOGIZED and said that she wanted to star over (for the record, she hasn’t looked at my face for 12 FREAKING MONTHS).
Basically, I got new friends (who are actually nice and know what I’ve been through, since they were bullied themselves) but the bullying didn’t stop. I’m still isolated (which is a form of bullying) and people still make fun of me. My parents don’t know, and I don’t plan on telling them. And now, at 13 years old, I have clinical depression, general anxiety, stress disorder and I suffer from panic attacks.

fat girl

i was always bullied about my size to be honest im really not that big im just really tall i was bullied aboiut my size in middle school and when i would get into arguments they would always call me fat it did make me feel some type of way at the time but im really not fat im not avrege size either but my doctors says im really tall and bones are heavy today i got into an argument and he called me fat and it mad me think stuff like that doesn’t offend me anymore cause you know what im the s*** PERIOD.

sticks and stones break bones but words hurt too

Since I was 3 years old I’ve been bullied although it was by different people but when I was in year 8 so I was 13 I started getting bullied really badly. It would always be because of my weight or how I looked but then they started saying I was posh and thought I was superior to everyone else and started calling me Mrs Bucket because they say I act posh but I live in a run down council house but really it’s just that I know how to behave. Other kids join in as well because they notice that they use swear words in like every sentence but I never ever swear because my parents told me that even when there’s a need to swear I shouldn’t because I should always try to find a better word. They laugh at me because I used to self harm but I haven’t harmed for about a year now but I still have the scars on my arm so when it’s too hot for me to wear my blazer and my cardigan they see the scars and push me down and tell me I’m supposed to cut downwards.