Real Teens Speak Out

Me on my first day of school

I was in school on my first day of with grade and this girl came up to me and said hi and she said she was my friend then a couple weeks later i found out she was talking smack about me and I stood up to her but then she started saying stuff to my face which made me mad I tried to stand up to her again but she had about five more real friends of her own with her and they were going to jump me but the teacher came and they got caught and got a warning from the principal. Then the next day it had been four weeks I was tired of sitting alone tried to talk to someone and made a real friend then we became bff’s and then they started to bully her and and I stood up to her cause my friend helped me but then she threatened me with a pair of scissors and said if I ever did that again she would kill me so I didn’t but then she threatened my friend all cause we were laughing and being too loud on the bus so I told her to leave us alone and she said no I asked why she started to bully me in the first place she said “because your different stupid and you act crazy” and because someone as joyful as me exists. Can you believe that she said it’s mostly cause someone so joyful like me exsists. I was hurt and she called me horrible names.

Victim of bullying

Middle school was a traumatic time in my life. I had no self esteem at all. I thought I was the most unattractive girl in the whole school. I started getting made fun of alot by girls and guys. I would be called ugly all the time. I got physically abused by a guy once on a bus ride to school one morning. The girls never hit me, but they would say hurtful things. My family and I tried to get the Principal to do something about the bullying. They always made it seem to always be my fault. The main bully, whose name I won’t mention, her aunt worked in the school office, so no one would stand up for me. They hated me at that school. The students and even the teachers. My grades suffered as much as my self esteem. I was the type of person that never bothered anyone, but they still taunted me. The mean things they said still haunt me. Bullying is very hurtful.

LIFE

Stop with the bullying!

i tought we where friends

this past couple of weeks i have been called ugly,fat,stupid,and alot worse and i was told by my best friend that she was doing the same thing to her so . so next time it happens i’m going to my APs office and telling him about the problem and hopefully it will stop

Here’s my sad little story

Picture this: Me, a smart, whippet-thin second grader with confidence issues. My bully, a short, greasy-haired girl with weak morals. Our teacher paired us together for math class, where we would rotate to different stations to do different math related activities. At first, she was nice to me, but I noticed something. She would take all the materials, and not give any to me. She would also say really hurtful things, about how I didn’t deserve anything, or I wasn’t good enough. Everyday she would put me down like that, and I would sit there and take it because I didn’t have the courage to stop her. It made my stomach twist and ache. I didn’t want to tell my teacher because I kept thinking to myself that it wasn’t that bad, and that I shouldn’t bother her. But, one day, the bully casually remarked to me she had a knife stowed in her backpack, which of course probably wasn’t true, but that was the tipping point. I told my teacher, who told the principal, and after that I wasn’t picked on (at least by that girl) ever again.

this is my sisters story

she was in 7th grade, it was new year new class and new kids.. at first she was really quiet but then she saw a girl who was in the same class as her in 2nd and 3rd grade. so she talked to them. in her school the teachers decide where the students sit she was supposed to sit in the middle of a girl and a guys she said. and there was two more in the row in front of her. lets call the one sitting on her right sam and the two in the front dwayne and john.so dwayne and sam was bullying john because john broke their fidgets spinner. my sister couldn’t stand them bullying him over something so stupid. so she stepped up but she got bullied in return. my sister had a hard time at home too so she was already in depression. but he was not so nice he made fun of her. she even cried in school because of this and he saw her bcx he was sitting next to her and he said sorry he always says sorry but never means it my sister asked him if they’re was anything wrong with crying and stuff and my sister would get chest pains and breathing problems if someone uses scissors to scratch a table and he found that out so he did that several times and my sister cried several times too. they would say that she was faking it or pretending. he would say ill cut you or kill you or ill rip your skin off but he never means it they than later became friends and they were pretty close ik its no a big big story but whatever and i think my sister kinda liked him idk about now though.

The Started as a Story About Getting Pasta Sauce

I used to blame it on bullying. Around that golden age of 10 I began to experience it. A later teacher termed it a “losing a childhood spark”–when you begin to realize that things won’t always be “okay”. Being an Asian male with a high squeaky voice in a largely rural student body was an experience to say the least. Slurs became a regular substitute for my name. But at that young age, I had a very hard time letting it roll off my shoulders after the first few months. There were a few times where the hate became physical with one particular time being when someone rammed me into the ground. I got up and walked away so that no one would see me cry. I began to hate school, think there was something wrong with me, that I wasn’t good enough.

Even when the bullying stopped, the fear of it continued. There would be days in my freshman year of high school that I would not say a single word. If I was silent, no one would notice me. I even overheard a couple of students behind me in one class wondering if I was mute. It was my protection, as if I had carved myself a little safe space where it wouldn’t hurt so badly. But then something happened. In my junior year I mustered up courage and joined the Quiz Bowl team. I was captain the next year. I had made friends, and, although I wasn’t going out very often, catching a chocolate shake at McDonald’s with someone every month or so was an improvement. I had teachers that I felt comfortable with, and while I wouldn’t have considered myself popular by any means, I was on an acquaintance-basis with almost everyone. And just when things were finally looking up, I fell back into my safe space.

It was the most trivial thing. An argument between my best friend led to me cutting all contact. We stopped talking–or rather I did. They reached out a few times after that argument. I never took the time. I couldn’t risk it. I couldn’t let myself get hurt again. That was how I justified it. That is how I still justify it now like some stubborn child. It began to expand to more people. Luckily (or perhaps unluckily?) this was near high school graduation. And so, two years ago, I graduated. My mom wanted to take pictures with me and all of my friends. I ushered her back towards the car.

I used to pride myself on being able to bottle my emotions, slipping that in during interviews and such. I could show a straight, stoic face and never get angry, even if a customer was screaming at me. At my former job, my manger even complimented me for having a cool-head. I probably wouldn’t even be writing this if that had continued.

Recently I’ve been noticing a change. I’ve been feeling that it is getting ever-so-slightly harder to push down my emotions. I get teary-eyed over the pictures of some stranger’s dead dog. I’ve been getting angry and throwing fits over the smallest things such as losing the rubber parts of my earbuds. These are two emotions that I thought I could control–that I was better than them.

I used to tell myself that I was happy this way. I was happy when I was secluded and alone, playing video games by myself every night and just putting my head down during classes as long as I got the A. I don’t want to keep doing this anymore, I don’t want to keep playing pretend. When I think about all of the time that I have wasted drowning in my misery I feel sick to my stomach. I’m fed up, disgusted with how I let other people turn me to this without fighting back. How did I let myself get to this place?

My Best-friend Became Bully

I have been friends with this girl since kindergarten. Lately she has been getting very angry at me, and taking out all of her anger from on me. It causes so much drama and stress in my life. I was talking with my teacher yesterday about everything that has been going on. She made me realize that this is emotional abuse. My “best-friend” used me as a punching bag too. I have now removed myself from the situation. It will be hard not having her as my best-friend, but it is for the best.

Bully

Hi cannot tell my name but I have a really bad bullying story.So this guy let’s call him Din, Din was an okay person.He was 14 when I was 10.So i should tell u guys something.i love football. I was good at football and won many prizes.so one day me and din and a couple of other friends were playing football when the ball went out of bounds. I had gone to pick up the ball when Din comes near me and spits on me.I felt disrespected and angry and started crying. After the incident I told my parents and they told me to call his parents to tell them what happened. After i told them what had happened,her mom made him tell me sorry.I was actually kind of relieved because the whole thing would have blown away quick.But, that did not happen he told all my friends that I had complained about the incident and started teasing me.Then the next month mont when he physically injures me and I start crying. I have. a couple of other friends who I can always call, for help but due to these incidents I do understand should I trust them or not????.

Obesity Vs Reality

All my life I have been overweight. As far as I can remember I have been quite fond of eating my whole life. I cannot a single moment without some sort of food in my mouth. However due to this I have become extremely overweight. I am also very dark in skin color and so everyone has taken to calling me doodie. This verbal torment has brought me to a melting point.