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My school has always been the type to say they would do everything they could to prevent bullying. Tons of assembly’s about anti-bullying. But in 7th grade, I felt like I would be better off dead. This one girl and I were friends, kinda. We laughed together. But she didn’t know the limits. She started hurting me. Physically and mentally. She hit me square in the stomach one day. That’s when I realized that this wasn’t a joke to her. She kicked me. She slapped me. Left red marks on my face. She would even go as far as grabbing my hand with such a powerful grip that I couldn’t get away and she would dig three nails into my wrist, leaving a purple mark afterwards. One time I started bleeding. She left a scar there for two weeks at a time. I was upset. I didn’t know what to do. Some of my friends saw it too. But did nothing. I felt hopeless. She decided to go to our schools assistant principal and twist the story to say that I was hurting her and causing her harm. I thought that maybe this would be the way out of this by telling the assistant principal that it was the other way around. I told him about the marks on me. And I showed him the mark. And he even called in some of my friends to interview them on this. They said that it was true. I thought “yes. I will finally be free of her.”. It was a dream come true, or so I thought it would be. The assistant ended up just telling us to keep our distance. I was heartbroken. I even resorted to self harm. She got nothing for my times spent crying in the shower or random break downs. My separation from the outside world. I have a boyfriend now who is the light of my world. Always there for me. He understands me. I’m grateful. But I still want this girl to at least understand that she hurt me. Even though it’s been a while, a long time, I still remember it like it was yesterday. I don’t want this girl to die or anything. Never. But I want her to have a little understanding of what I felt like. If she has a genuine apology, I would start taking baby steps to forgiving her.
I have two brothers who were both bullied in school. I don’t know if I got lucky or something, but watching the effects hurts me so much. There’s a decent age gap between us. My brother is 24, I am 14, and my youngest brother is only 9. I never understood why my brother hated school when I, his little sister, loved it. Now, I understand. My best friend and I were so excited to have our little brothers, who were already best friends, start kindergarten, but when they started, a child barely in second grade started messing with them on the bus. He insulted them, took things until I made him give it back, and even physically hit them. That drew the line. I loved school, and I was not letting him ruin it for my brother. I found the kid’s name in a yearbook and reported him. He was punished and moved to a different bus. My mother had such mixed emotions about not confronting him how she did with my eldest brother- going to the bully’s house. I didn’t let her. The WORST PART? My little brother still dislikes school. It’s gotten better, but he believes he will never be like me or enjoy school. This is the same kid that can give you the entire history, including pop culture, of America to you in fourth grade. Im so proud of him, too. But one bully simply ruined my brothers’ opinions of school. As soon as my littlest was introduced to the situation, he was bullied. He’s over the bully, but I don’t think he will ever recover from what his first impression of school was like.
when i was in kindergarten i knew this guy named D. He had some problems going on at home with his parents, i believe. He would tell me things like ” you’re so stupid,” “you don’t understand struggle” and so on. For one straight week it was raining pretty hard. Friday the rain let up and we could go outside for play time. on our way out just as i stepped out on the concrete he tripped me. I fell and ended up scratching my knee bad enough where we couldn’t go outside. He was right behind me, and i felt him trip me. He laughed when I fell. His goons laughed too. Needless to say i’m glad i moved away from him.
Yesterday I witnessed a kid in class being fat shamed and bullied behind his back. I’m not going to sugar coat it the kid that was being bullied was not the most pleasant to be around. But I sat there and watched the bully mock him and make fun of him. I desperately wanted to help him, but I for some reason couldn’t speak. I was angry and I left that class angry not only at the bully but at myself for not doing something. So last night I laid in bed rehearsing what I was going to say to the bully in class. Now this morning I went into my 5th period (econ) and was filled with rage and anger when I saw that now the bullies were throwing food at the kid. And at that moment I gave him a piece of my mind. And the bully brushed it off and tried to act cool , that’s when I rock it one step further and told the teacher and then I got a thank you from the kid I was standing up for. It feels good to stand up and speak your mind versus not saying anything and beating yourself up for not saying anything. But I don’t want to make people feel like this act was brave or heroic in someway or form because I believe that if we all were to stand up to bullies then, more people could enjoy their lives.
I’ve been picked on for as long as I can remember, from 3 years old and years later I’m still being bullied. It used to be because I couldn’t show emotion due to being autistic, then it was because I was in care, then because I knew the people who did the assemblies in school. I thought it would stop when I left school at the end of year 11 but I’m still being bullied because of having autism.
In elementary school I was a very great kid, I had good grades, good friends, and everything was great. Once I got to middle school I made a lot of new friends and faded with other of my old ones. The new “friends” ended up bullying me. They would whisper stuff about me, punch me in the stomach, tell people to punch me, and made up rumors that I had lice so no one ever wanted to talk to me. I had no one. And once I was home I pretended to be okay. I didn’t want to be a snitch and tell my parents. Once the day was over I’d cry myself to sleep for hours. I even eventually thought of self-harm. I never had one real friend who was nice, and they would all say it was a “joke”.
I have a story from last year that I’d like to share. There was this girl in my class that is more of a “troublemaker” student. Out of the blue, she started calling me “Momo”. She even made a sticker of Momo’s face on Snapchat and put it on my face. On the outside, I was fine, but being based on something as unattractive as that made me hurt inside. I told my sister about it, and she got furious and told the girl to not mess with me again. The girl still kind of makes fun of me because of how I sing, but I know now that it’s none of her business. I don’t care what she thinks.
I was cyber bullied about a year ago from girls i called my best friends. One apologized but the other was still talking behind my back and turning others against me. She made me feel terrible about myself and lead me back to self-harm i felt so alone and scared i was gonna do something worse. I’ve been in a dark place since then they made me feel like i needed to have walls up and not trust anyone. Recently I’ve been really happy and getting better but she still bothers me a little and tried to break my boyfriend and I up. I have tried so hard to ignore everything but it isn’t that easy when you can’t really talk to anyone. I know i’m not what they called me but everyone else believes them and what scares me the most is that i always feel like anyone is gonna hurt me if i let them in. My trust for everyone is gone and its hard to earn.
my story is not as awful or sad as some others but i have been bullied it was in fourth grade [im in sixth now] on the bus. now i used to hate riding the bus but this just made it worse this girl i won’t say her name but her her older sister and one of their friends used to send me off the bus in tears every day and i wish i could say this continued till i stood up to them or told the teacher but in reality it continued till the girl’s older sister and her friend moved up to sixth grade and next year the girl didn’t really bother me but for a big chunk of fourth grade it was awful on the bus and there was this one girl i want to mention again i won’t say names but for the story i’ll call her Z now she is also a year older than me but she was still really nice and the only thing i had to cheer up those parts of the year were her and her corny yet funny jokes
sooo yeah that’s my story i hope things in this world change soon people need to just be kind!!!
At my young age,I am an outcast, friends don’t want to talk to me ,they see me as an ugly witch and someone who might die soon because I suffer from concussion.Teachers don’t want to talk to me. My brother thought I was a threat and disgrace. My parents were the only one I could hold to my neighborhood friend were distant from me. But I am now in University bt I still feel the pain I suffered because this pain caused my insecurity. Still some people don’t want to be friends, and my feeling is because I am so ugly. i also have the right to live but I think I don’t. i want to leave freely lyk the gal who did not lose her childhood, but my childhood is gone.