Real Teens Speak Out

more than once

story 1: when I was in 5th grade we were walking to music I was talking to my friend and then she told me out of nowhere that the ¨popular¨ kids were talking trash about me
story 2: on the third to last day of school I had a stick for people to sign because I did not have a yearbook so i used a stick, I got all the teachers and my friends to sign it when I got back to my classroom I let someone see it i did not trust them but she took it from me and right infront of me broke it, it may not sound bad but i really was proud and liked the fact i had a memory of 5th grade though it was a trashy year
story 3: one day in 4th grade I was going on a field trip i was in my bff group but she did not even want to sit next to me nobody did i was really sad i wanted to cry but then when we got there me and my bff sarah became best friends again!

The Story Of My Life

This story began when my ex-boyfriend broke up with me , i was really sad that he broke up with me and then a few weeks later he started this rumor about me, i didn’t know until i came back from the hospital because i tried to commit suicide because i been getting bullied and cyberbullied and i been telling the teachers but they dont do anything and these rumors been going on for the past 2 months now, people say hateful things about me. I dont be saying anything to them, all the people that talk about me i use to be friends with but ever since these rumors started about me they was leaving me one by one. So they really wasn’t true friends and i saw their true colors so everything i think to myself ” what did i do” so i can fix it, people believe the rumors about me but none of them ask ever came up to me and ask me if these rumors are true.

freak

there are three girls at my school who call me “freak” “loser” and “snitch”, not to mention “crybaby”. everyone loves them. teachers, students, even the principle! they have threatened to hurt me if i tell on them. they have made my life miserable, even though I’ve been nothing but kind to them. they throw paper at me, during passing time. the other kids always tell them to “Beat the sh*t outa that white b*tch” but no one cares. there’s a teacher right next to my locker, and she does nothing. it hurts, ya know? the teachers never do anything. its stupid, but im afraid to tell on them. i dont wanna get hurt, because i am well, weak. i cant do anything. but YOU can. thats why im putting this on here. so it wont be to late for YOU to speak up, for YOURSELF! DONT JUST BE A BYSTANDER!!!! DO SOMETHING! theres gotta be a way out. you just have to talk.

8th-9th Grade

There was this girl who I had become good friends with in 8th grade; she was nice, funny, supportive, and just a great girl overall, but it was all an act. She would check me out in the hallways, make sexual comments about my body, talk about my clothing, make sexual gestures, and talk to my other friends behind my back about me. I felt humiliated but could not say anything as I didn’t think it was too important. I am a girl as well and I was not bisexual at the time, so of course I did not want this kind of attention. This girl physically hurt my friend multiple times and gave her bruises and regularly threatened one of my other friends into staying in a friendship with her; we were terrified of her. I was pitted up against friends and forced to cut ties with those same friends because they weren’t “good for me”. She acted like she knew what was best for me all the time. She kept calling me stupid, weak, a coward, and told me that me being pretty was basically the only good thing about me. She controlled who I hung out with, who I talked to, even who I looked at! She took my phone and looked through all my messages to see if I was talking to this guy and if I happened to have his contact, she was enraged. I was walking on eggshells and terrified, but one part of me really enjoyed the unpredictability of it all. She pulled my hair and shoved me once for looking at my friends. Eventually, I came over to her house and we hung out. She took my phone away from me and examined who I was talking to. Once she saw his contact, she got so angry; she was about to choke me and “beat me to a pulp”. She just yelled at me. Yelled and yelled and yelled me to tears. I was there for over an hour in a panicked state, unable to do anything. Finally I got picked up and I never saw her again. We texted though and she was super mad and told me she was going to kill herself, but she didn’t. She’s at another school now and I have a really hard time forgetting this and getting over it. It’s been four months since I’ve last seen her and I’m still haunted and upset by what she’s done and what I’ve done. Sometimes, I wonder how she’s doing and if she’s alright at her new school.

Stalker

In the beginning of seventh grade, there was a student who would always pick on my so called friends and I. When it got to the point where he sat on my head when I bent down to reach for something it got worse I wrote many reports on him and he got suspended for a day. Although that everybody thought he was done, he started to make more inappropriate comments and actions where he pulled down his pants. At some point, I would feel scared especially when the principal did not want to help. He would chase me down the hallway or poke me with a pen in class. He once hid under the lunch table, pop up and chase after me until I would reach a teacher who would not help. There were investigations everyday and eventually I had to speak up by screaming and kicking him when he grabbed my leg or something. This case eventually got solved when he got help. I wrote this story especially for the people who are quiet like me. In order to prove that you must stand up.

Being Ignored

Hi my name is Elizabeth and here is my story…
I was always the introverted quiet one I never had many friends in my early childhood. I had my family and that was about it. Now in the earlier years I was a bit of a trouble maker, so I had to pull the yellow card often. I was lonely and bored. I honestly don’t remember what I even did. In second grade I moved to another school. There for a good month or so I also had no friends. I made a very sweet friend there. My first ever. The problem is that the other girls were very manipulative.
When I came back to school, I had a very bad teacher. She would yell at me and get mad. It was so bad that I went home crying every night for a pretty large amount of the third quarter. I left and went back to my original school and was reintroduced to another great friend. Bullying was not happening at this point and we spent that summer with each other. I was mad that she seemed to not care about me, so I left.
Fourth grade came round and I am still at this school. I made no “friends” here. They would insult me on everything and were pretty bad. 5th grade I got myself into some uncomfortable situations (online). I started developing a depression. The friends didn’t help.
The next year I started middle school. I was not organized at all. That made me not want to do my home homework (Oh yeah and I’m lazy, not gonna lie) That impacted my grades and i thought i was stupid. By now my friends changed into two lovely girls. In the middle of the year, In the locker room those girls and two others bullied me and picked on me. I had my two friends there with me even though when I left I was crying. (I almost never cry in public) Later on that year I was in class about ready to get about my body and how “fat” I was.
Seventh grade now with two more weeks left, I have improved in my thinking through learning about God more and more. I have been silently bullied by the whole class this year. I know how to deal with it now, but sometimes I still do end up crying on my bed at night. I have told my parents and school counselor about them. How they inch away slowly when I sit by them and when they avoid me at nearly any cost. When they scowl at me and even my friends parents and siblings saying that I put it on myself” somehow.
I have it handled so don’t worry, but I want you to know that people ignoring you and avoiding you IS NOT OKAY! YOU NEED TO TELL SOMEONE. No matter how useless it may seem to you.

When I meet new people, they often ask or pick up on my accent. Often asking if I’m from America or where it is from. Truth is, I am not from America and never have been but that is besides the point. At school, I am being bullying for it. It used to be worse than it is now but seriously no one at my school even understands what an American accent sounds like because they’re all idiots. I’ve checked with actual American people or my friends online and they don’t think it’s American. Not that I would have a problem if it was. The kids in my school bully me verbally. They often call me names. “American Cat” being the main one. (Because I like cats.) I don’t like it. It used to be worse but since most of the guys who did do that are now in different classes, since I’ve managed to make sure I move up in my sets, It’s not as bad. From time to time I do get a comment though and it can be incredibly frustrating.

when i was being bullied

hey this is Jeremiah i been bullied all my life they called me gay but i am and i just prayed to god to stop the bullied that pick on me and it work but still going kids will get mad at me if i just sang church music out loud but the police officer said i can sang all i want . i had a grown man i dont know his son came up to me and said he want to fight me and he talking about me and still happen. and a friend from my old high school he was a good friend but i call him the next day he just said dont call him no more i said why . he responded i did not do nothing i apologizes and everything still said i did not do nothing. and i had a friend like a brother he goes to my school he said he love me and stuff but when i call him he answer me and hang up the phone i told him why he haven’t been in school he said i dont go there no more and hang up the phone and said dont call me no more and i started to cry .

Criticized because of my faith

I am German, I was born in Germany and when I came to England, we lived in the house that our father bought for us. Everything was fine but when I started school, I started first year of primary school. I had only found one friend, but she later left and somewhere else, I got put on a boys table, two of the boys where really nasty to me they kept on going through my school drawer and the boy next to me kept on poking with a sharp pencil, he was actually best mates with the guy in front of me. They did all the way till yr 5, i didn’t sit next to them or sat on there table in yr 6. After primary school I moved onto high school, I did find friends actually true friends we even formed a friendship group, we are in college now and we still in contact with each other I found many new friends in college especially in my class.

My story

I was bullied harsh for 4years. It started in 5th grade. First it was “just” the name calling and outcasting. With time it got more and more serious. It was by a group of 6people in my class. They terrorized a lot of people, but I was their favorite. They ruined my life every way they could. They threw stuff at my head(like beanbags in breaks, balls during PE), they pushed me to the locker when I walked the corridors, they pushed me in the bathroom. They stole my belongings. They bullied me on the internet too, commented terrible things even when I posted a cute picture of my dog. It resulted me avoiding social media altogether. I remember one time they watered my chair and when I told it the teacher got angry at me. They took away my phone and sent away private photos. They hid my clothes several times after PE. The list goes on and on. I became paranoid, even when they weren’t hurting me I was always checking out how they will the next time. Some of them are so humiliating even here anonymously I struggle to tell them. At my 13th birthday they threw rubber stripes and other things at my hair for hours. I had enough of it, and confronted the most agressive member and he threw the remaining “ammunition” at my face. I fought him, but he beat me. I couldn’t even hit him. And I lost all hope after that. I became very depressed. I cried a lot, I begged my mother to not force me to go to school, but she was more afraid of the custodian office taking me away. We talked some about leaving for another school, but I was terrible afraid it gets worse(I heard other people got their faces flushed down the toilet, dragged around naked in the hallway or cutted by knives). I still hate myself for that decision. My life probably would be much different, much better if I moved school. They had connections to other gangs in other schools, but anything would have been better… When I was 13-14 I thought about suicide a lot. I thought about burning down the whole school a lot. It was all that left me the illusion that I still have some power, that I’m not just a tool, that these kids use so they can feel superior. I was so emotionally ruined when our head teacher died of cancer I really liked him and I felt sorry, but seeing my bullies in pain also gave me some joy. I had “breakdowns” every once in a while, I started to cry out laugh in front of an english class, that had people from other classes, who did not see as much of the daily bullying. I told them and the teacher about some of the things that they did to me. They pitied me and told me they’ll help, but of course nothing happened. No one ever helped. My mom tried to, but she didn’t know how. She took me to psychiatrists, who had no idea how evil kids can be. They never told me anything useful and have not helped me in any way. The teachers weren’t even discussing it, when it happened right in front of their eyes. The other students were just glad they were not the target. They molested a girl classmate regularly. They did all kinds of illegal and terrible things inside and outside of school and no one gave a damn. It was a criminal gang, nothing less. The guilty goes on living their life and the victims are scarred for life.

I had to deal with this long after it stopped. I tried to fit in highschool, like it was a fresh new start, but I couldn’t. I became asocial. You can never fully heal from something like this. I am the perfect example, as this all happened a decade ago. And every once in a while something stirs up these emotions. The regret, the pain, the shame, but mostly the anger. That no oone is held accountable. That these things still happen every day.
And I don’t know what’s the solution. But we have to find one.