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The first time i got bullied was when i was in 4th grade and it was terrible you know. i tried telling an adult but they just said that it will be ok and to just wait and see what happens. so i waited but it just got worse they started pushing me hitting me it basically turned into physical bullying. when i was 5th and 6th grade it got worse because it turned into cyber bullying. and till this day i am still being bullied and im in 8th grade. but my point is to have hope because no matter what there is always a person out there that cares about you and loves you and that person will always find a way to help you
The bullying started when I was two. Adults kept on saying how ugly and stupid I was. Then my story started to escalate year by year… When I was in the 2nd grade, many 5th ad 6th graders would threaten to hurt me. I never knew what it meant. In 7th, 8th, and 9th grade, kids always tried to hurt me. Kids kept on throwing stuff at me everywhere I go. Notebooks, snow, dirt, trash, etc. There’s nothing i can do to stop it. No one in my life can ever understand my pain. So, I keep it in. No matter how rough. No matter how severe. I kept things hidden. Many scars on my body, so many stories hidden behind that cloth. The blood stains my clothing, yet people still believe my lie of saying “I’m fine”
Hi my name is K i’m in Junior High and there has been lots of rumors and drama. It has been going on for awhile but I didn’t get to me but then people started to call me the h word or fat, ugly, selfish, and stupid. It all started when I met a boy and everyone said eww break up with her, but we lasted till three months and three days. Then more rumors came up that I sent nudes to his best friend, or that i’m cheating on him, or that i’m using him, or that I have never liked him. Well then it came to me so I wanted to hurt myself. And I didn’t like it but my mom told me ” K you need to stand up for yourself and don’t let them say them things.” At first I was scared to but i’m scared when I really let it out people are going to hate me even more. I know these hate words or bullying hurts but don’t let that get to you. Never be scared to fight back, and to tell them to stop cuz its just not right
OK so this girl was jealous of me because she liked my best friend, but now suddenly she’s becoming nice to me. Just after I’d resolved to try be nicer to her. Well, she wasn’t really NICE nice, but like she didn’t give me dirty looks like before. I’m still feeling unsettled though. How long will it last? Will I do something wrong again? I feel like she is bearing a grudge against me because of something I did a few months ago. She promised she would never do it again, but she’s betrayed me twice before and I don’t always believe her promises. Now that that new girl is suddenly being nice, it makes me feel scared rather than relaxed. What will happen next? Why is she being nice all of a sudden? But most importantly, how long will it last?
I live in Ireland and I’m 11 years old. In 6th grade, a new girl came to our class. My best friend was the one who helped her settle in the most, so the new girl liked her. My other friends, not so much, because she was terrible at Irish. In fact, she wasn’t good at much of her lessons, and never tried any of her homework. My teacher never did anything about it. Then, on the bus, I reported her for standing up, since I was a monitor and her actions were causing the younger kids to stand up too. She was angry because of this, and told my best friend lies about me. My best friend told me I was a bully, and went off with the new girl to be her friend. My best friend didn’t speak to me at all, and it got upsetting. None of my other friends seemed to believe me either. I tried writing my best friend a letter explaining I never did those things to the new girl, but as soon as she saw it, she crumpled it up and left it on the floor without reading it. The boys picked it up, read the letter and laughed at me. I ran off the the girls toilet block, crying. I didn’t know what to do. That lunch, I cried again, and everyone took pity on me. My teacher found out and didn’t really do much, but we did make up. So whoever is spreading lies about you, don’t just sit back and cry like I did. Tell a trusted adult. Get some help.
My name is A. My story is less of a story and more of a poem. I wrote this when i was at point of just ending it all. My bullying started in elementary school. At the time I didn’t really pay attention to it because I thought the things they were saying was just jokes. At that time most of the people that talked about me were friends. But it didn’t stop there. Middle school got better but when I got into high school it started back. Girls would call me fat, nasty, and more. But anyways when all of this was happening I wrote this poem :
Mentally Bound Mind
Black and White confused eyes
Gone, unwritten, unknown
She leisurely dies
Her mind never shown
Inside dark, dead, unshown
Outside, bright, alive, pretty
Bound in one place. Alone.
Life passing her. Gritty.
Pushing and trying to fight
Emotions hated and afraid
Her mind needed light
Everything around seemed selfmaid
Laid out in cold blood
Light? No light to be seen
Soon to be covered in mud
For the first time she sees green
This is how i was feeling at the time. I felt color blind because i was being bullied by people i thought were my friends and people i thought was my family. I started to see their true colors my sophomore year. I got to a point were I just gave them what they wanted. i didn’t talk to anybody. I stayed to myself but I soon realized that was just me punishing myself so I started to stand up for myself and a lot of the taunting stopped but you know there is always those few who want to feel inferior always. The moral of it all is once I started to ignore them and defend myself they felt there wasn’t really anything for them to do or say. You should always find a way to make them feel less empowered. It don’t always take you standing up to them but once you stop giving the reactions they want, it helps you .
Last year at my old school I was bullied. It wasn’t the normal bully that comes up to your face and talks their talk or the bully walking up to and making fun of you. No, I had stalls full of nasty comments that people would write about me. It started as one at the beginning of the year then I got many more as the year went on. I would come home crying thinking I wasn’t worth anything because of these comments on the stalls. My parents had enough of it but I told them I had it under control. So I asked the principal to take them down, but he and the rest of them were too lazy to take care of it. So they are still on the stalls for everyone to see. Please if you are the bully just stop. You don’t know the people you are bullying. You do not know what they go through at home. You might be the reasoning behind their sadness. Just stop being the bully and be their friend.
I’ll tell more of the story. I accidentally pressed the submit button last time. The girl from summer camp was laughing when A was saying stuff to me. All I remember is the girl was saying stuff about me during swimming. A got off her chair and starting saying stuff close to my ear. I was holding my tears. When class ended, I walked out of the door and A walked out and she shouted right in my ear! It didn’t hurt though. I think I jumped a little. Later on in the morning, I got off my bus and I saw A. She was staring at me and walking to the door. I got annoyed and covered my face. I did told my sister that she was being mean to me and prayed to god to make it stop. Also hoped that she’s absent. In art class again, I moved to another table. During free time, I was drawing a cartoon character and some girl said she liked my drawing and I thanked her. She asked A if she liked my drawing and she said no and said something after that I can’t remember. I did cry. The next day I heard that Alex said to the art teacher that she’s moving to another town. I was happy when she said that! I never get to see her again! I thanked god! And later on I never saw her. I also remember these 2 girls that lived in the same street as me where I used to live were bullying me. I remeber these 3 girls were bullying me back when grade 9. I’m still kinda bullied now. But I’ll try my best to stay strong. You guys and girls get through this horrible thing.
I wrote on here a story and it was titled The Numbers 9 and 15. I was so proud of myself and now I am back here again with another post. I keep myself updated with this website, reading what others go through and I just want to say, thank you. You guys give people the confidence to tell others their story. For those who learned how to move on, congratulations for not giving up. For those who are reading this message and don’t know what to do with your bullying problems, realize that the people who hurt you are wrong. They do it because they don’t have what you have. You have to remember that you are a smart, talented, beautiful/handsome, funny, friendly, kind, generous person with a heart that is so pure and sweet people envy it. Don’t give up hope. Stay strong, live long, live free!
Stop this, now. Bullying is wrong! If you bully someone, you’re no different from a prisoner. If you want to have a better life, stand up, and speak loud for bullying.