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I have been out through the pain for 3 years it all started in year 7 you get them girls that are always in groups the popular ones well one of them decided it would be fun to come and bully me. 3 years later it’s still happening. I have had enough of backing down allowing them to walk over me being told by teachers to ignore it but I can’t no more I am not afraid I am just finding my voice and want them to know what they have caused I am not backing down no more I’m standing my ground what goes around comes around like a yo-yo I have my own bullying page on Facebook and will be helping all you guys through the pain. People say words like they are nothing but they are everything and they don’t realise the pain a word can cause but I do reach out there is always someone there. U are loved and deserve the best in life don’t let the sad people in life bring u down your worth a lot more be brave and keep your head high I believe In you 💜😍 xx
Around this time I was in elementary in the 4th grade. There were 5 kids that messed with me and one day I was playing outside and then the bell ringed and then as I was going to enter I heared noise of paper being ripped . I then look behind me and saw the 5 kids ripping and tearing apart my books and at that point I was sad and too nervous to tell the teacher or anybody else. When all of a sudden this girl appeared and said ‘’hey did you know that the girls over there just destroyed your books?’’ The girl said, and I finally asked….. ‘’what’s your name’’. She then answered…. ‘’oh my name is v’’. And that day we would always walk home all the time until I moved.
Hello! My name is C, I am 16 years old. This story takes place in school and on the bus. This is my story.
My story begins in school where most bullying happens. One day I’ve gone to the first day on first grade everything went fine, until lone day. Outside at recess there was a group of girls, a group of girls that thought they were better that everyone else. So they decided to threaten me by saying that if I don’t beat up someone, that was one of those girls, to prove how strong I was, that they would beat me. So I threw a punch and missed they all laughed. I ran and hid behind a slide pole. The teacher saw but did nothing.
Next two years came along, which meant on the bus to go home I go. When I got off the bus a few weeks after school started, I was called a loser by one girl. Ok before I continue why is it always girls that picked on me. Ok meanwhile, that one girl on the bus called me a loser. Do you want to know what I said, I shouted, “right back at ya.” And walked up to my house like it was nothing. Then the next day, I told her off like, “Ok listen here you think you are better but your not.” “ just stop!” Then she gave me a nasty look and sat down in her seat.
I could not believe it, I’ve won! I felt like I had power. I felt amazing. Ever since then she stopped
Well these are my short stories I have for you guys. Hope you enjoyed.
I was bullied for 2 years. It was the worst years of my life. Bullies make you feel worthless, day in day out I got called names, shouted at and taken the mick out of. They were scared of me, in the end I stood my ground and stuck up for myself. I realise not everyone is like that and confident enough to stick up for themselves but I thought, why let them idiots beat me? Why move schools because of them? Why let them get into my head when they are the worthless pathetic people? It finished about a year ago but even till this day, I still get a bit every now and then, however I have a strong selection of very supportive family and friends who get me through it. Some nights, I get dreams about the bullies trying to hurt me and I get flashbacks about some days at school, then when you wake up you know it was just a dream and they will never hurt me because they really are just scared and jelous. I just want to let people know who are being bullied, you’re not alone and don’t let them get to you because they aren’t worth it, stick your ground. Be confident and be you!
All throughout elementary school, I tried being friends with everyone I met in class. It usually worked out. I found myself trying to decide which sleepover to go to, who I would sit beside at lunch that day, etc. I once even had the entire class fighting over my crayons one day in first grade. Basically, I was a very social and friendly kid.
When fifth and sixth grade hit, there was this girl in my grade. We will call her K. We weren’t close, but I was just as friendly and nice to her and her group as I was everyone else. But when her group of friends became about half the size of my classroom, it all went downhill. I wasn’t huge, but I was pretty chubby in those years (I later found out that this was due to a thyroid disorder). K and her group would sit next to me and say, “Dang, J, you hungry?” I would look at them funny and say yes. Then they would laugh like it was the funniest thing in the world. She would do this almost daily. One day when she asked me again, hoping for a different response from them, I replied no. She said, “Then why are you eating? You still must be pretty hungry!” Then they would still laugh. It got worse from there. Anything I did in class, from dropping my pencil to my stomach growling loudly because I now refused to eat lunch, K and her group would just snicker and giggle and make some comment that would drive my anxiety through the roof.
This teasing spread like a plague. Throughout middle school, other classmates soon joined in with them and refused to have anything else to do with me. I had almost no friends by the time I entered high school. Although I didn’t develop an eating disorder, I didn’t eat breakfast or lunch, just dinner after school. And it’s still like that today. I can’t eat in public places by myself. I feel like everyone is staring at me and eventually I have to get up and leave even if I’m not finished eating, ESPECIALLY if I hear any kind of laughter. I am now in college, and I still just get my food from the cafeteria and eat it in my car or my dorm. I still have trouble maintaining friendships. And I still don’t eat as much as I should.
My final message: please don’t tease or bully anyone for any reason. You never know the permanent effect it will have on them especially during childhood.
So I’ve been getting bullied since third grade. In third grade, kids would tease me because I would always try to make everyone happy. If someone wanted me to make them a bracelet, I would. I kind of went a bit overboard with doing everything and anything to please others. In second grade, I teased my identical twin sister about her glasses on picture day. I’m not sure I understood how rude that was, but it impacted her a lot. She never wore her glasses again and now she finally got contacts. I’ll never forgive myself for that, and honestly the glasses looked good on her to be honest. Fourth grade and fifth grade went very well and there was no major bullying. When sixth grade arrived, that’s when it really started. One of my best friends, C, had moved to a different school, even with my twin sister there. That just made it harder to make friends, because everyone thought ‘she already has a friend, her twin’. My two best friends, B + A we’re still with me though which was good (they were my twin’s best friends too). One day in math class, a girl named S decided to ‘ask’ (sarcastically) if I wanted to go shopping with her and her friends at the mall (she was pretty ‘popular’). I said no, because I don’t even like shopping in general. She then went on to ask me what stores I like to shop at. I decided it would be funny to say ‘Justice’, since everyone thinks it’s babyish. She then asked me what size I am, and I’m not the skinniest, so I decided to lie and say size 20 to be funny. She searched up on the justice website and found that there actually was a size 20, which she thought was hilarious. They then went on for the rest of the year, tormenting me about Justice and going to the mall with them. The next year, 7th grade, went pretty well rather than the fact that in December, I started getting very self conscious about my body odor. Everyone would hold their noses and it got to the point where I would have crying fits in the middle of class. This year, 8th grade, has just begun and it has already come to a turning point. The same girl, S, from sixth grade comes back in the picture. My twin sister and I made a very dumb decision today and decided to switch classes, the whole day had gone well, until I went to her spanish class. The table I was supposed to sit at was S and her other mean friend M. The last person at the table was a childhood friend of my mine, ST. I expected ST to talk to me the whole time, but instead she just ignored me and started talking with S and M. I decided to tell them that I switched classes today, not like it would matter because there was a substitute. S and M were actually being decent and asking me questions about my sister and I. They were pretty nice, until they asked ST ‘are you wearing a bra’ and she said ‘no’ (in a funny voice, because she was wearing a bra). They then started laughing and then said ‘Oh A (me) needs one’. S thought it would be funny to pretend to pull her bra off and M was laughing her head off saying ‘oh my gosh, she’s taking her bra off’, S said ‘well she needs it, I’m just trying to help’ (in a funny voice). I said ‘actually I’m wearing a sports bra’ after like three minutes because I couldn’t handle it anymore. S then asked me ‘do you like your sisters classes better than your classes?’ and I answered ‘No, because you keep talking to me’. S then said ‘okay, then shut up’. The whole time, ST, stood there laughing with them. I decided I’d had enough of it and I said ‘pweease’ in the weird voice right back at them. They thought that was so hilarious, they tried to make me imitate them again the whole time. At the end of class, ST looked at me with disgust and embarrassment (embarrassed that she ever knew me). I came home today and immediately told my twin sister and my mom what happened.
currently i’m a freshman in high school, and I’ve always felt that this year would be my year to shine….. i was wrong . During the first 2 weeks of school i was usually teased by the boys in my class because i am the “mute” or the “loner” of the class (didn’t have classes with my friends) i usually try to ignore it but my emotions overrule my thoughts and i end up breaking down in my moments of vulnerability. what was even worse was that the boys would get satisfaction out of it. i eventually told my friends about it and they stood up for me and we told the teacher privately about the situation. I still feel insecure about going to school everyday because of the rumors/lies spread about me , but you know what? i’m going to get through this and so can you! patience and time will be on your side, if you are experiencing bullying tell someone NOW!! don’t wait and stay strong ! 🙂
Once, in Second grade, me and my two best friends got into some arguing. But, I was mostly arguing with my one friend, S. One time, on the bus, I kept bugging her, and when she finally responded I growled at her and glared like SHE was being the bully. One day at recess, she actually stood up to me. She told me, “How would you feel if I sent you mean things like ‘I don’t want to be your friend anymore’?” I remember crying, and apologizing, but when I look back, I feel like I was only crying for pity. I was convinced that I was the reason she moved that next year. When she moved, I was positive it was my fault, after all, I was really rude to her, and I talked and was a lot more nice to my other friend, Amy.
Another time in fifth grade, me and some friends decided to make a secret club about hating the most popular girl in our grade. (I’ll call her… M.) The only thing we ever did in this club was talk about how rude she could be, because sometimes she really could be. But… she found out. And we all got sent to the counselors office (including M) to talk. I felt so awful I could hardly think straight. Before we had to go to the counselors office, the teacher made us fill out a paper about why we made up this club. All I can remember was putting on that paper, that I was willing to take any punishment and I was extremely sorry, because I was. When we were in the counselors office, I could tell M was upset, which made me feel bad. A few of us people that made up the club actually cried. (I didn’t, but I could’ve.) I remember us all apologizing, and M talking about how it made her feel bad. Which made me feel worse. I was pretty sure I cried that night wishing I’d never done that.
Sometimes, I was the bully. And I remember looking back and thinking about all those time that I would watch or hear things like ‘don’t bully’ or ‘be kind’. For a little while, I was a bully without even realizing that.
My message to you is, don’t bully. It makes everything worse. Now, I’ve made sure to be as nice as possible. And sometimes, I do lose my temper… but, I’m only human.
Bullying is not the answer, I know from experience.
I use to live in a small town and moved to a medium sized town in the middle of 5th grade I had some friends not many and everyone else ignored me when we went to 6th grade one of my friends moved and the other one made new friends that made her leave are group so now i only had 3 friends i made a friend that year then in 7th grade my last friend from 5th grade drifted away from me. I never have fit in to my new school and im currently in 8th grade I have had some really ruff days and end up crying in the middle of school so behind my back I know people will call me cry baby. So that goes on and I had a guy friend I thought I was going to be friends with for the rest of my life and he became popular and stopped talking to me so my life just crumbles and sometimes im up till 1am crying because I dont fit in because of everyone in my school
Hi. So, my name is Cece and this is my story.
So, when I was in kindergarten, grade 1, grade 2, and a little bit of grade 3 I was bullied. This girl named J and her bff B were always stealing my lunch and they would laugh at me. Yeah, it was a pretty big deal at that time. Everyday at recess this kid who was like in grade 5 would torment the younger kids, so I wasn’t the only one but I was usually picked on by him because I was always alone. Yeah, so he basically chased me around and tackled me and then he started to hit me with a stick. (grade 1, 2) So, I ended up moving schools.
Fast forward to grade 3. I wasn’t bullied, so it was okay. But my teacher was rude to me.
Grade 4 and 5: So, this is when I met my bff S and she and me always laughed in class, everyone else called us ‘freaks’ because we were the ‘quiet ones’ and we always said ‘um’.
Grade 6: The Major Bullying Starts Now: So, this is when it got really bad… my bff was in the other class, and she had this friend that wouldn’t let her talk to me. When I went into grade 6, I was only with one other person that I kind of knew, a girl named… M. So, M was kind of rude to me sometimes, and she would threaten me… but she was my only friend… so everyone else thought I was a freak. Since I didn’t talk a lot, it was mostly social bullying, because I was excluded from certain groups and games.
Grade 7: WORSE THEN GRADE 6: three girls: leader: J. Nice girl: L. Mean, rude girl: E
J would look at me and my bff S and laugh.
I was the one who got bullied out of me and S, because they wanted to be S’s friend.
So, they would laugh as I walk past, and say things about me behind my back, they would stick sticky notes on my butt and back and then tell everyone rumours about me. this wore down my confidence. also, all the girls ignored me. The boys said rude things, like B… he said “f u” “moron” “loser”
Now, I’m in grade 8… I avoid the people from last year. and im trying to make new friends.