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Me being bullied was terrible! I got picked on every day! Even my friends bullied me! When I moved back to my home town, I was really happy but when people saw me with just one glance, they picked on me. I didn’t tell a single soul, not even to my older sister who is trusting. When I got into the fifth grade, it got really worse. It got that bad that I became very depressed. My older sister soon figured it out when I got in the sixth grade. So I finally told my older sister everything that had been going on. Soon, I moved to a new place and it’s filled with very kind people. My new friends don’t pick on me, everyone is kind, teachers listen, and I smile for real now. If it wasn’t for the friends, I would be dead by now from suicide. What I really want to do is get everyone to open up from being bullied. I’m a very kind person but also very quiet so whenever people need help I gladly help them. And also, during the time I was being bullied, a lot of YouTubers helped me through it. One told me I’m an awesome person and I’m important. Which now I have found true. I used to lock myself away, that was until I found my place in the world. And that place is with people, my friends families, and school. This is the story of a girl who managed to get through it all.
I’m thirteen, and i have been bullied my whole life, practically.. Sadly.. I stand up so much but it doesn’t work, so what do i do???
Hi , My name is Mary. I’ve been bullied so many times that i always cry myself to sleep. I want the bullying to just to stop forever for everybody. One time while i was at school i was eating lunch by myself then these kids was throwing food at me for no reason. Why me ? I’m only 15 years old. STOP BULLYING FOREVER !!
When I was in the 4th grade I was bullied on the bus. Normally my friends and I would sit mid-front of the bus because we were only in the 4th grade. One day we had a sub and he said we could sit wherever we wanted to when our regular bus driver was driving we would have assigned seats. There were these kids that we called the Park kids because they got off at Park. My friend said, ” guess what, we can sit wherever we want!” I was so stoked! so we sat in the Park kids seats. We didn’t know they would get so mad. The yelled at us, then they had been bullying me for a couple week before. Funny thing was that it was mostly me that they were bullying. Then the one day we sat in their seats they yelled at us the whole bus ride! Finally, a woman heard them and made us all stop and we went to the principal about it. Later that school day we were called and had to write a paper about what happened. They accused us of calling them names when that is not what happened. Thing was that they also had a bad reputation. They got suspended from the bus. Later That day we were in the library and we sat under the table and said,” OMGosh I have no more tears to cry.” My friend and I, in particular, were the really tough ones and even he and I cried. It was scary. One thing I suggest is to always go to a figure of authority.
I’ve been bullied and it makes me very upset I can’t eat my lunch in peace I was wondering I could have a chat to a teacher about this and get it stopped for me.
I am only 13, and I have been bullied. Believe me, it is not fun. Somedays, I had to cry myself to sleep. What happened was in 5th grade I got bullied because I have really bad anxiety, and I have nervous tics, and the boy who sat beside me in math class noticed, and he asked me about it, but I just ignored him. A while later, one of my best friends and I walked out of our class, and saw another one of our friends, and she was almost in tears. She wouldn’t tell me what was wrong, but she told my other friend, who slowly broke it to me, after I bugged her to tell me what was wrong, because she seemed sad, too. She told me that the boy who sat beside me and his friend were being mean to me. I did not really hear what else was said to me, because I was so confused why two of my own classmates were being mean to me! After that, counseling with the school counselor came, and that took up a bunch of my time. I was heartbroken and I was so confused why someone would be mean to me? I mean, I would never hurt a fly. I would have my sister catch it, and then take the fly outside. I was just so confused, so I also told my mom. One day, my mom was helping at my school, and so she saw my two bullies all alone in the hall, and my mom’s one friend was with her, and my mom went up to the boys, and asked them what their names were, and so they told her, and my mom told them never to talk to me again. I wasn’t talked to much by the two, and then I heard rumors about me, so I eventually gave up trying to fight my bullies. I decided to help all of my friends who were getting bullied. And so I did.
It is back from the time in 7th grade when my classfellows used to bully my friend who was a little overweight. Although she was more than enough to defend her skin from those bullies but I never restrained to defend my friend. She was constantly bullied throughout middle school. This went so extreme that she used not to eat for days just to lose weight while I and my other friends explained her that starving isnt the solution but fighting those bullies back is one gem of a solution. Moreover, in heavy winters she used not to wear an overcoat or a jacket just because it fueled to her bulky appearance. Now we have grown older but still are good friends, and she has overcome all those negative things she was tortured about but sometimes she blurts out how hurt she is because of all those 2 years of constant bullying which mark a severe demise of her self confidence and communication skills. I feel sorry for my friend. I regret why we didn’t report to a head teacher or so. However, I am proud that she was self sufficient in front of those bullies but I am happy too to maintain the law of friendship of loyalty to defend her at her back when people made negative comments about my friend.
This is to all the bullying victims out there that be confident about your skin and never let anyone judge because its not the outer you that matters but its the inner you that has this spark. Never let the real and inner you die because of people who are blind to the wonders that a single you can make. Their judgement is not even worth a hear so why make it a cause of your life and death.
When I was a kid, I knew a person that I was good friends with through fourth grade. Then in fifth grade, he started bullying me for no reason. He made fun of me, made fun of things I like, pushed me into walls, and a lot more. Luckily, I have better friends than he ever was to help me throughout his torment. I just want everyone to know that things can get better. You can rise above it, like a phoenix from the ashes.
When I was a kindergarten student, I was a sensitive person. In my country, we call it “pikon”. Because of me being “pikon”, I was the target of emotional bullying. It became a lot worse when I reached grade school, when I started getting introverted. My only escape from the pain was every dismissal time, the time I could go to the library, take a book and sit down and let my imagination fly like a bird. I once had a “friend” that was actually a bully. He called me “weak baby” everytime we meet, so I keep on avoiding him until he left school. Since then, I became a little bit irritable and depressed. When I went to grade five, The library was renovating and didn’t open untill the second semester. I was getting more pressured and depressed untill I found one more escape from reality. I found out that I was actually good in drawing. I kept on doodling what was in my mind, even it made a few issues with my studies.But I managed. And I survived. When I went to middle school, there were a few students I could lean on to. One was my partner in my feild trip. The other was an older student who also was part of the same club. I am currently in middle school, and I am getting stronger knowing I am not alone. And if in case I am, there will be that door to the world of my imagination, where I can be accepted by anyone there.
I was bullied horrifically throughout 5th and sixth grade. My best friend’s mother was a lunch lady at school. One day, the lunch lady decided she didn’t like me . She told her (only child) daughter to unfriend me and to have all the other girls in our clique unfriend me. Only one girl stood by me. My friend Anna. In sixth grade the school principal separated Anna and I because it wasn’t fair to Anna to have to constantly defend me. Without any friends and without Anna, I was an easy target for the entire class. I was verbally abused by the girls and physically abused by a boy who felt he could beat me up everyday and get away with it because I was a nothing. I’m a grandmother now, and I have a good life, but I’ve struggled with low self esteem for 40 years as a result of the bullying I received in sixth grade. There was NO bullying awareness 40 years ago, my parents called the school constantly in vain. The principal blamed me . Here’s what I wish I knew back in the day:
-you are not what has happened to you, you choose who you want to become
– doubt behave or become a victim, you’re a survivor, this is just something that happened to you
-you have a choice to become bitter or better ( I chose the latter)
– you’re not the only one, bullying happens to millions of children and adults all over the world
– ITS NOT YOUR FAULT, you will overcome this
– if you hate them back, they’ve won
Forgive ( for your sake, mot the bully’s sake)