Real Teens Speak Out

Shortie

When I was in 2nd Grade, I was being bullied and I never even noticed it. I wasn’t quite smart around that age. This boy would always say stuff to me that I hated. I can’t remember what exactly, but everyday he would bug me and bully me. Lots of times because I was short. I told my teacher about it and she told him to stop, but it still went on. One day I worked up enough courage to tell him to stop myself, and he finally did. He no longer called me short, or bullied me. He just sometimes gave me a nasty look.

The time I got beat up for somebody else

Soooo One day I went to school. It had to be that day that I was a new student at in the 6th grade.So i was a new student going to my classes then I had to use the bathroom.I went to the bathroom as I use the bathroom all I heard was be quit before I give you something to cry for. I tried to leave the restroom until I noticed the kid that was getting bullied was my best friend.My best friend was joseph. So I told the two seventh graders to stop.The two 7th graders told me to leave before I get hurt but I just could not leave joseph behind,so I said no then they came and jumped me as my friend joseph tried to get them off of of me.Joseph got just 1 of them off of me,just enough for me to get up and start to fight but then joseph told me to run.I was already bleeding so I was powerless.I ran after I got one good hit in and we made it to the administraters.Now my parents check on me weekly.

I short

I used to be bullied for being short. In middle school and a lot in elementary. I used to be apprehensive of my height and wish i was taller. Eventually the bullying stopped because i told people to stop. I now accept my height and embrace it.

through years and tears

Hi my name is Jocelyn and this is my story. In elementary school kids didn’t like me because i was tall and i was talented. The music teacher told us to perform our favorite song. I sung Thousand Years by Christina Perri. He liked it and gave me extra points. Also i was was in the gifted program so they called me nerd or bookworm. long story short i hated myself by the end of elementary school.
Middle school came and the insults kept coming. Only this time kids started to hit me. i was called slut, whore, punk. all because i hung out with boys. that’s all i grew up around so of course. they hated that i was always liked by teachers. by the end of middle school i was diagnosed with depression.
Now i’m a freshmen and it still continues. people don’t like me because i’m different. they know i’m not one to keep quiet. i cry a lot. at least 4 times a week.

Bullying

I was in 2nd grade and i was new to a school. I was walking to my class and there was this person named Justin I liked him and he liked my friend named Aylen. I always hanged out with her. Justin stopped liking her and he started calling us names and making fun of us.

I had a best friend and we have known each other since preschool. We were always in the same classes and it seemed like nothing could ever split us apart. Then there were two new girls. They started to hang out with my friend and would call me names. They spread rumors about me and even one time tripped me. I had no friends. I left the school and went to middle school and they go there too. I sometimes see them whispering stuff about me but I try my best to ignore them. Now I have one friend and I don’t think of them. If I see them I just roll my eyes then walk away.

Depressing Never After

Everyone’s got a different story to tell. Most involve happily ever after for the victims of bullying. But my case was never resolved. A year ago, my bully began cussing me out. I always thought of myself as someone who would be able to handle it and easily report it. Nope. It kept getting worse and I heard her voice in my head before I fell asleep at night. Her opinion of me slowly turned into my opinion. I let her get under my skin. Later that year, a boy started rumors about me. He started to call me gay. I’m not saying gay is bad, one of my closest friends is gay, but it’s still not right to spread rumors -whether it’s true or not. I started getting suicidal thoughts. They never went any farther than thoughts, I never got the urge to do anything, I actually thought it laughable, I had no intention for anything to happen. But those thoughts were still there. Her voice still in my head. The saddest part of this, is I was the first and only person to talk to her when she was new to my school.
This year, I was bully and bystander. I’m not getting into detail of that, I hate myself for it. I will say that I was following the lead of the other girl involved so I wouldn’t be victim again.
I got punished. Heck, I still am getting punished. I accept it. I deserve it. What I did was horrible.
MY BULLY NEVER GOT THE PUNISHMENT SHE DESERVED!
P.S. I’m best friends with the girl I bullied now. In her eyes, I made it up to her. To me, I need to do more.

Bullying at 5

Hard to speak about bullying when you are 5 years old.

Bullying at 5 years of age

In 1968 I could not wait to get to school. I had two older siblings and I just wanted to be with them and go to school.
I was bought up on a farm with Polish parents. At the age of five I spoke virtually no English. I only spoke Polish. I had very little interaction with English speaking friends.
When I was ready for school, we had to catch a bus to get into town.  A girl on the bus began picking on me & enjoyed humiliating me in front of her friends. Her name was Dianne. I can never forget her name. I was a quiet naive person… I was only 5. She tormented me for a number of years.
The bus was always crowded..she would invite me to sit on her lap. When I did she dropped her legs letting me fall to the floor with her friends laughing hysterically. I hated my bus trips. She must have been in years 7 or 8. When she eventually left school my bus trips were great. What a nasty, horrid person she was. No one victimised me once she left.
I had told my mum about what this witch was doing to me but due to the lack of English in our family my concerns were ignored.
Back then report cards were made three times a year. 1st term, 2nd & 3rd term.
My attendance for 1st year read as Sayisfactory. 2nd term, Not Satisfactory. 3rd term completely Unsatisfactory.
I just hated going on that bus. I would fake illnesses and just not want to catch that bus. Eventually, mum would be hitting & bashing me to get on the bus. I did not care about the physical abuse…once that bus left without me, the pain stopped. There was no other way for me to get into town.

Bullying is roud

Hi. Well it all started in second grade when my so called best friend was walking with me to lunch and she and noticed that there was a new girl sitting at our table with the rest of our friends. Se had walked over and started to talk to her. They had become closer and closer together. One day as we were all walking to my house my friend and the new girl started to call me very roud names. I thought hey maybe its just a joke. But it just kept getting worse. The next day at school my friend was sitting down and went to sit with her but she stuck her foot out and tripped me and just stood there and laughed at me. My food went all over my shirt. I was so upset that i just sat there and cried. The teacher had walked in and took me out. She asked me what was going on and i had told her that my friend had tripped me and just stood there and laughed at me. The teacher took me and my friend to the office and she had got in trouble for being mean to me. Then her friend was playing on the playground when I walked out to play. She walked up to me and just started to hit me. My mom took me out of school and we moved away and i haven’t been back to that school since. If you have ever been bullied just know that you are not alone there are other people in this world who are being bullied.