Real Teens Speak Out

The 5 year old

Being bullied at a very young age might lead to destort your personality and mentality at adulting.
For me it all started in 2006 when I was in the second year of kindergarten.I was always a tall girl and I was pretty chubby back then as every kid was,I got severely bullied for that not only that but pretty much everything I’ve done was wrong for them,I remember that even eating dark rye bread was a reason to get bullied.Then I went to primary school,sadly every kid that bullied me was in my class,when I realised , I started crying like crazy for me the next 3 years would be nothing but bullying,crying and sorrow.I hated all my girl classmates but especially one, she was the brain behind all of this,she was the one telling all the other girls to not talk to me or play with me.The one thing that I was mostly bullied for was my surname which I still hate to this day at the age of 16.The only thing that everyone agreed that I was good on was painting.I’ve never had any problems with my boy classmates I remember I had 2 other boys that were bullied just like me as friends.I remember the most severe experience with bullying was when I was 8 when we had an exercise for making a comic , i was the one drawing the pictures,On my pencil case there were spilled marker ink because of my bag getting wet from a water bottle and everyone started saying that I was nasty and my house is dripping in vomit.I hate that girl till this day.She’s the most evil child I’ve ever met I wish she suffers from everything she’s done to me and other children forever

school bullying

my name is Casey and i am constantly bullied at school. I was always the “smaller one” in the way that it was easy to pick on me because i am short and large so i got picked on a lot and sometimes suicide would cross my mind. It never escalated to that but nonetheless i felt horrible and it got so bad i went to homeschooling for a while. I get that some people have “rough” lives at home but that does not give then an excuse to be mean. I was usually never physically bullied but it still happens whether it was a kick or a punch or a group of people beating me up but i did get beat up twice and got concussions. thank you for reading this; it feels good to “talk” about this.

being bullied by a prefect

Hi, I am 14 years old and attend high school. A prefect who is supposed to set an example bullies me daily. She trips me, laughs at me with her friends and even talks about me online. One day I went to the toilet to do my business and written all over the stalls was mean stuff about me. Naomi stop skipping and do your work b—-.

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.