Hello! I’m eleven years old. I’m on summer break right now, but I thought I’d share my story.
So, during all of fifth grade ( I’m going into sixth) I was bullied for no reason whatsoever. And it hasn’t stopped. I was the new kid, since I had just moved there, and they placed me in a regular class for a few days while they tested me to see what level I was at. I had some pretty easy classes. Then they said I was going to go into gifted class. I was pretty nervous. And I was even more nervous because I had gotten my hair cut really short, just below my ears, and it was really frizzy and poofy. So, I walk into the computer lab, and everyone stares at me because the lady with me starts to introduce me. I just stand there, nervous, and looking over my classmates. Then the teacher says, “Here, you can sit next to …..(not putting any names)” so I go and sit next to her. And then after a while, this kid starts bugging us. The girl sitting next to me tells me to ignore him. I do as told. Then we leave and go through all our classes. The boy keeps bugging me. Time skip to a few months into the school year. The boy has bugged all that time. He would always call me ugly and lonely and friendless and he told me I looked like dora because of my hair. Him and his friend would just start making fun of me out of nowhere. Then one day, we were in class and the teacher starts going through a bullying lesson. All the while, i just stare at the kid and whenever the teacher mentions something that he does, everyone in the class looks at him, clears their throat, and glares at him for a bit before turning away. No reaction from him. I kinda hoped he would feel guilty and stop bullying but he kept going. Then things started escalating. He would walk by and pull my hair and whisper “ugly” and then pretend nothing happened. Then he would turn around in his seat, reach over and pinch me or poke me. Then he started leaving notes in my locker, things like “ugly” or “stupid” or “nobody likes you” and then, just when I thought it couldn’t get worse, it did. He would walk past me in the hall, and would sometimes try t knock my things down, or start saying hatching behind my back, and then nobody would want to be around me. On days like those, I would cry myself to sleep. My mom would always ask me how my day was. I didn’t want to make a scandal, so I never told her about it, up until recently. And recently I’ve been thinking back to those times and I would think to myself: it’s all true. I’m ugly im stupid etc. and I’ve been feeling depressed and stressed out, and I just want to die some days. I don’t know how I’m going to get through life.