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I had a “friend” since I was in kindergarten. Now I am in 5th grade. He was bullying me ALOT. Then it came to the point that I wanted this to stop. He has been bullying me for the last 3 years since 2nd grade. So over summer break, I decided to talk to him. He did not listen. I tried 3 more times and he did not listen. So I wrote a letter to him. The letter said how many ways he had bullied me. I am in cub scouts, so I left that group and went to a new cub scout group away from where he was. I also had a friend who went with the one who was bullying me. After I wrote a letter to both of them and sent it I felt better for a little while. Now they are out of my life but still come to my thoughts once and awhile.
All over the time I’ve had many friendships that hadn’t been real and to say the truth I used to be more genuine with everyone. I thought that everyone would be a good person. I used to hate to go to science because there was this girl that said she really wanted to be my friend, but she always bothered me and others. She would say mean things to us and I thought that would pass and she would stop.
This was both bullying and harassing, I was so confused because friends don’t do that then I told the teacher and he made her stop. I’m in 7th now and I just want to say don’t stay quiet and tell your story to the world.
When I was like six or seven me and one of my best friends were bullied. me and my friend were upset but we just brushed it off but soon the people who bullied us started pushing us at recess and one day things went too far and he ended up saying that we were stupid babies that deserved to be hit by a bus. they told us that we were a waste of space put into the world and that we should just die. after that me and my friend ended up telling the principal everything they had said and done and they ended up getting expelled. but those words have never left me and my friend they always linger in our minds but we don’t let them bring us down anymore. we know that we are important and it doesn’t matter what others think about us but they still do make us sad sometimes <:(
So, in fifth grade I finally got my social media because my mom let me. A lot of people didn’t like me, so they made these accounts about me. They would always message me telling me I’m fat and ugly, they would call me boyish. At school it would become physical, they would throw mud at me and trip me in the hallways. After that, I had no one to talk to, so I turned to self harm. I didn’t want to tell my mom because I was afraid of her reaction. Then she found out, and I had to go to therapy to work on myself, I finally learned that I’m not ugly or fat, I’m beautiful. I finally understood why they were saying these things. Though I did understand where they were coming from, I didn’t forgive them that easily. That is my bullying story.
When I was 9 I met this bully who called me deaf shorty since I have hearing aids and I was the shortest person in my class.
I got bullied since 1st grade by three kids in the same grade . When i was outside they would punch me and hurt me i would come home with five bruises everyday . Then inside they would just say so many mean words . I stayed at that school till i was in 3rd grade . the principal was helping till 2nd grade then there was a different principal who came. she didn’t do anything. So i finished my 3rd year then i left and moved to a different school.
One time when I was four or five, I was bullied. The person was just a little bit older than me and she bullied me because she was jealous. She was jealous because I was very well dressed and had good food in my lunches. Each and every single day was the same. She would push me and punch me, and I would tell the teacher. The bullied happened for more than two years and then it finally ended when the bully asked me to bully someone else. She threatened me. If I didn’t hurt someone, she would continue hurting me. But I refused to hurt another person. But then summer came along. And when the summer break ended, she had moved to different schools.
I was 9 and I had a shorter hair cut because it was the summer and I wanted to be cooler. people was saying over and over I looked like a boy but it wasn’t a joke it was mean. I told my teacher and it never happened again.
one time I was 10 years old, I was getting bullied and I still don’t like it. I was bullied by people in my class and it was horrifying! I don’t even like to say what happened because it was terrible. I got punch, kicked, I got into fights because they pushed me down.
When I was 14, I bullied this girl named Leah. I didn’t even know that I was bullying her, but I really hurt her feelings. I don’t really want to say what I did, but I feel really bad about it now. I got in big trouble with my parents and I was suspended for like a week. I apologized and told everyone who went along with me to apologize also. Leah and I are really good friends now, and now I try my best to stop bullying. I think that my experience really changed me; I know now that it is possible to stop bullying. And I say, “The sooner, the better, because it is possible.”