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When I was in 6th grade, I was bullies by this guy Tyler (not his real name). Tyler would call me “trash” or “a walking brick” when I was just trying to play basketball. This may not seem like much but I was really insecure about it because he was one of the “popular guys” and since I went to a private school, if I did something stupid in response, everyone would know about it. Then it started getting physical and this guy would purposely run into me, pushing me to the floor. When I told my parents, all they said was “Boys will be boys” and “he just likes you”. Parents, take a step back and look at that. Boys just get a free pass just because they’re boys and immature. I have heard this many many times from many parents, and it hurts dude. Later, he started easing down and bullying my friends instead.
I have always been on the bigger side but it never really bugged me till 7th grade. I had lost a lot of weight and seem happier and I had stop wearing oversizes hoodies and I was now in Large and medium instead of XL. I was happy but then boy would say stuff about it and so would some of my friends. then it started happening a lot more. then Summer rolled around and i lost more weight but i knew it would never go away because my dad was bigger but when 8th grade started The people I was friends with would make fun of my body and I stop eating I had people telling that i was a cow and needed to go on a run. I let their words get to me. I still have people calling me fat and by now it had gotten worst and i was too scared to tell. Me and this girl used to be friends and one day we just stopped talking and then she started bullying me making fun of me, when she would walk beside me she would make noises at me or she would call me fat for just looking at her. It hurt and i wanted to punch her so bad i was ready too but i couldn’t because i’m still too scared to tell anyone and being away from my school would be a lot better.
I am 16 and i am from México, i was new to the U.S . I didn’t know much English, I was 10 and was in 5th grade so once I knew that I had to change class, in between those time I was tripped by random people and my books would fall to the ground and so did i. It happened over and over again so I went with the principal at my school and told her what’s happening, the only thing she tells me “what’s wrong with you people” and dismissed me I was angry but at the same sad. I didn’t tell my parents but I was bullied because of my race. there is more I want to say but I will remember this for life.
It was my first day of middle school and I was really nervous, as I am a shy person. So I went to school and for the first week nobody noticed me because I was super quiet. Then one day I was daydreaming in class, and the teacher called on me. I was flustered and couldn’t speak, and everybody was staring at me! It was so embarrassing. I got the question wrong, too. After class three girls caught up with me and were saying stuff like: “Poor freak couldn’t even answer the stupid question” and “what, are you autistic?” And once my coat prevented my locker from shutting, they were right beside it, and they trashed it! I know it was them because they left a note that I won’t even tell you what it said. I went home crying. The next day I went to school and outside it, they were waiting. It was a crowded sidewalk, and they grabbed my backpack and dumped it. Everybody laughed at me and called me stuff like: “klutz” for the rest of the day. Those girls would not leave me alone! Once they almost cut my hair but a girl defended me and told the teacher. The teacher sadly didn’t believe her because those were the “perfect girls” who got away with anything. They got suspended when caught shoving me around, taunting me, and hurting me, and now if they even do more then talk to me they’re in danger of being suspended! I’m really happy it turned out this way but I wish I could of stood up for myself.
Sometimes I couldn’t even tell if it was affectionate. When I came to the school, nobody really talked to me. The only people who welcomed me besides my teacher was a small group of people that everyone seemed to hate. I liked hanging out with them and appreciated their interests. In the wintertime, a lot of boys began to turn against me. They’d call me names like “fat, flat, doofus, monkey, Shrek, ogre, man (I am a female), and other names that had bad intent. Once I bumped into a boy by accident and he punched me in the neck so hard I had a bruise. I had finally snapped when they said I was autistic like my brother. My brother may have had some learning differences but for one thing wasn’t autistic. They knew I told the teacher and accused me of being a snitch. Luckily for me, the teacher got them to the principal and I was just so happy to have justice.
one day when i was in 3rd grade my teacher ask me what do i like as a hobby and i said Godzilla. all the kids laughed and made fun of me that’s when people started to pretend that their different monsters and bullied me and say “godzilla dumb he can’t beat me”. So that’s when i was being harassed by a kid that was bigger than me but he was pushing me and punching so i had no choice but to defend myself and fight back. after the fight he got expelled and moved into a different school. i didn’t want to fight but i had to defend myself. i talked to my parents who later talked to the school principal. the kid respected me and didn’t bully me. ever since then i live in peace.
Ever since I could remember I would always get looked down upon because of my disability. I knew for a fact it wasn’t my fault but the words that the children spoke of me at school really hurt my heart and destroyed my self-esteem. I spoke with my parents about this and then they reported the issue to the school’s president. The kids stopped saying harmful words to me and I managed to gain my confidence to go back to school and achieve my goal of one day being successful.
Ever since middle school, boys at my school have come up to me and said “My friend ____ likes you.” And as they say this to me, their friends, including the guy who “likes me”, are laughing. All I can do when this happens is walk away and ignore them, but it still hurts. They make me hate myself because I’ve never seen them do that to the pretty girls, so maybe I’m just ugly. I am so undesirable that I deserve to be picked on. I feel so powerless.
So I was in 4th grade and there was these 2 girls and they were best friends. And I guess i was their ” friend ” too. They would urge and put me in the middle of it, then one of them would call me names and hurt my feelings. But even now that I’m in 6th grade they still do the same old stuff. And it’s like all they do is manipulate and goof around.
I remember last year I was 12 and just started at new middle school. I felt alone and had no friends. I tried to sit with lunch with a group of girls I recognized. They always left me out and never listened to me. Everyone I talked to use to make fun of me. I then lost my self-esteem. Then, I acted reckless and lost my parents’ trust. If you are being bullied, stay strong. I know it is hard.