Real Teens Speak Out

my 8th grade year.

My 8th grade year isn’t going very well from time to time. so literally every day i walk into my 1st period class people look at me in confusion, like something’s on my face, or my make-up is messed up. i sigh and continue onto my seat all the way in the corner beside a girl who reads an awful lot. i learn and continue on to my 2nd and 3rd period where a couple of my close friends and kind people are, my 4th period i walk in, my teacher mean mugs me and its bad enough 6 people who hate me are in that class and to top it off my ex is in there. i sit down in another corner quietly listening to conversations and secretly taking note in my head, my teacher would continuously tell me to get to work while everybody else is talking being loud and doing nothing. my friend we will call “alli”, alli will tell me every day to kill myself in a joking matter and that she hates me, when i know she really doesnt. people would ocasionally look at me and giggle i’d ignore and continue my work. my teacher in my 5 and 6th period absolutley hates my guts! to the point where even if i do my work triple check it look it up for correctness and turn it in isnt good enough. and my 8th period the girls in the corner mock everything i do from walking to leaving the room all the way to the way i talk it hurts my feelings. when i come home my little sister bullies me pushes me around. i tell myself that thats okay that this is normal. its not normal.

I hate her

I am in 8th grade and I have a few “friends”. Notice the “. I get ignored a lot but now it has gone to the next level. L is her name. She constantly puts me down.

Bullying is painful and terrifying

School went well for me, for years I had no problems with school. Then there was this emotional time where my grandma died in 2014 and that was hard because I also was almost gonna be homeless, thankfully a homeless shelter called my mom and told her we got a spot, it was me, my mom, my sister and brother. Literally on my first day of school back here I’m already getting bullied again when I didn’t do anything, the kids are horrible there and I don’t feel welcomed at all, the whole school hates me and its only been my first day, people been laughing about me, talking about and just being rude to me without knowing me first, and one kid told me they wanted to fight yet they didn’t even know me or my name. Now im terrified to go back tomorrow because it’s only gonna get worse and honestly im not gonna last these last 6 months with these students or this school, im currently stressed out and depressed. Please, never bully a person without witnessing what they’ve been through on their journey, because you never know what they’ve been through or what emotions they’re feeling.

way to long

in 7th grade for 4 weeks i was being harassed by a kid a grade above me. i was so embarrassed i knew i didn’t do anything but i am different i wear bow ties and blazers to school, i am not like most 13 year old boys i now who i am i don’t like sports instead i like decorating. because of this kids think they can pick on me. this kid was following me to class when no one was around he would ask me to do horrible things to him and much more. i was so embarrassed. i did’t know what to do. so i said nothing till one day i decided i am gonna tell someone so i walked down to the principal’s office told them everything. they took the kid out of class and took care of him he was suspended and had to talk with the police. my parents were called. after that i was’t ashamed i now feel safe in school and as hard as it was it was the right thing to do

don’t be afraid that the bully will be mad because that doesn’t matter always tell an adult they will always be on your side

it sticks with you.

i was bullied from 4th grade to 8th grade (including summers). 4 years of nothing but tears, depression, and lonliness. There was a boy, he would call me names and stuff but i never thought much of it until it was a day after day thing. then it started getting physical. i talked to my mom and my principal but no one believed me. of course, who would believe the little girl. For being a little girl, i shouldnt have known what suicide was but thats what i wanted to do to be honest. I am now 15 and in 10th grade. its been two years, and it still haunts me. He destroyed my self-esteem and trust and everything. I thought it was done until some girls have started giving me looks and calling me names. I know there are people out there that are going through worse but i just cant help but feel alone in this world. My friends and the person i love arent even helping. I try not to give up but it comes to a point where your not sure how much you can handle. I just gotta keep putting a smile on my face and so should you. Whoever reads this. It will eventually get better and know your not alone in this.

What Did I Do to Deserve This

Hi, this is my first time on this site. I’ve been teased a lot but not like this. I am in 9th Grade and i thought my life would be different. Since September these group of girls keep annoying me, calling me ugly, etc. What they say to me sticks with me for a long time, i cant even go to sleep at night. Today this one girl was being rude and saw i was crying and still laughed in my face. I don’t know when this is going to end.

Strong

Hi. I am new to this site and this is the first time I am talking about how I feel. I’m 13 years old, half Asian and extrovert. I’ve been taught that being different is bad, so I tried to look and act like everybody else. I always looked happy and I was smiling. But I was lying to everyone in my life. My family, my friends and myself. I was always pushed aside, bullied or called names since i was in kindergarden. And in my class is one who makes fun of me, my parents and just Asia. I never did anything about it because I know it’s not true, but once she was throwing papers at me all day so I slapped her out of nowhere. She and everyone started yelling and I got in trouble. She said: “No one likes you!”. That really stuck with me because it was true. I never self-harmed, ran away or stood up to them ’cause I’m too scared to do anything. Now it calmed down a little but I still don’t feel happy. i made a lot of friends but I want to change school. I don’t even know why… I just feel I’m adjusting to them and I shouldn’t do that. I need a second chance and start fresh. New people, new enviroment and new ME. I want real friends. I know it will never stop. People are stupid and they will be stupid and I can’t change it. I want to change schools, but I’m afraid. What if they won’t like me too? What if they will tease me? The questions and “What ifs” just pop into my head. I feel powerless. I feel sad. I feel hurt. I feel alone. I feel…

Is It Ever Going To Stop

It all started when I was younger. I’m half African and half Caucasian. I’ve always been picked on. When I was a child my mom would put my hair in braids. I had beads and barrettes and I thought they were beautiful. But once I got to school, I was picked on. When I got to be seven or eight I finally had one friend. One! I had finally felt like someone cared. I kept going to school and my confidence built. But I soon realized I wasn’t getting the grades I needed. I hadn’t known I needed glasses. I told my teachers I couldn’t see the board. They moved me to the front of the class, but I still couldn’t see. My own teachers began to tell me that I was lying. They had told me I was just trying to get attention.. How could they? My own teachers! My mom stepped in and took me to the eye doctor. I was near sided and needed glasses. After receiving my glasses, I got honor roll. I then began to get bullied for having glasses! ber her friends calling me a monster! I sat there and cried for hours. Me, a monster? We barely hung up out after that. My mother And I then moved to California. (We had lived in Alaska.) I thought to myself. New school, New Place, New Me. I was so wrong. I went to an Elementary school there. I was so different. I was the little Alaskan girl. They asked me if I lived in an igloo. They taunted me about my hair. My clothing. Everything. I was new. The cliques there were awful. Everyone had a group. I wasn’t When will this madness stop? What did I ever do to the world to deserve this? I’m scared to go back to school. I have told adults and no one can do anything about it. I’ve tried to stop it for years. I’ve never had anyone. I’ve lost all hope. For 16 years I’ve tried making friends, and for 16 years no one ever cared. I want to tell this story because no one knows how bad it can truly get until you feel it. I’m going to stay homeschooled. I don’t know what else to do. I would write more details. Some are too embarrassing. Does anyone know how it feels to have absolutely no friends? I do.

Will it stop?

There is a girl (and now her group of friends) at my school for the past 3 or 4 months that has been bullying me. They’ve been hissing, barking and yelling at me; and previously she had intimidated me with her hands on me, pushed and inappropriately touched me. I’ve tried telling my guidance counselor; but its continued. It got to the point that I told my principal and the girl would stop for a week or 2 then start up again. Exactly 2 weeks ago a staff member a my school saw/heard them barking at me and told them to stop, and when they didn’t she told the dean of students. Going through this is hard enough, but not having a friend along the way is even harder. My friend got upset at me, partially because I tried telling her about the bullying, and she refuses to talk to me.

“Ugly”

Amongst all the bullying I received throughout my life, I think being implicitly told I was ugly was of the worse kind (Apart from my parents telling me explicitally I was ugly.) Let’s just say my self-esteem has never recovered fully. Anyhow, one of the first instances was in elementary school. “Kids can be cruel.” they used to say loosely. I was told (because I had glasses) that boys would not like me because I was a “nerd” and a “geek” and a “loser”. But what if I liked them? “No, boys only liked girls that were pretty and blonde and that wear make up.” I was a little 8 year old girl, South American, with skin dark and hair darker. I got past it but to this day I still think about it. I still look at couples and can only dream of what it’s like to be loved. I would not wish the treatment I recieved upon anyone and never tolerate bullying of any kind. Nobody deserves to be bullied; because it sticks.