These are some stories of people who got bullied:-
My name is Beth. I was bullied since
Age 8. It all started in 2nd grade. I was the friendliest girl, and my "BFF" , Meghan, started showing me bad things and I told her to stop. She turned all the boys against me, even my boyfriend, Kaleb. Then I moved in 4th grade. I wanted a better life. I expected this new school to work wonders on my life. All I got was BAD. This girl, whom her name is Maddie, she bullied me. Badly. In 4th and 5th grades, she turned everyone against me. Then acted my friend, then called me overweight fat cow and idiot and stupid. The counselor told me to stop lying about this "precious angel". In fact, everyone said Maddie was the best one ever. I got the best grades. Even my pressuring teacher said that. But it wasn't good enough. I said to Maddie that I wanted to kill myself. Her reply: GOOD!! Then she got everyone to chant,"Let's kill Beth! Let's kill Beth!" My new nickname was Fatty Patty Fatterson. I was going to kill myself when my Mum and Daddy moved us to a better school. I have the occasional meanie, but I get over it. I have SOOOO many friends i can't even count now.I am so happy now!!
As you can most likely tell, I have a weird name. I don't even know why I have this stupid name with a even stupider last name, but I am stuck with it. At school I was called Apple. They said that they would feed on me and pushed me around. Then one day someone dared a classmate of mine to bite me, and they did. I still have the scar. I was really mad so I ran home crying. I started skipping school, pretending to go, until my parents found out. They were mad and asked me why. I didn't think they would understand so I just said the homework was too much. They just said they would help me. I went back to school and people were whispering about me. I had no idea what until I over heard the TEACHERS talking about it. I was really sad. They said that I had a mental and physical problem and I should be sent to a "special school". People said I hit and bit people. I was desperate for a solution. I planned to kill my self when a girl in my class said hi to me. I thought she was teasing me. Turns out, she was being insulted too. I wasn't the only one. She talked to me and then the next day, she committed suicide. I was mad. I went home and told my parents my issue. They listened and understood, since they had similar issues. My parents said that we were going to move soon, but before we did, she went to my school. I was really embarrassed until she said to everyone: "everyone is different, and having a special name is the unique part of someone, it doesn't mean that we are strange, it means we are special". Everyone was silent and we marched out. I am just giving my advice. I don't want you to suffer depression too. Tell someone. Don't commit suicide, because then, the bullies win.
Lalia.
Justine
Hello! First of all, I'm sorry if there are a few mistakes, I speak French. But I'm pretty good in English, as you can probably see. Anyway, my name's Justine, I'm fourteen and I live in Switzerland. Since I was little, my mom has been ill. She had lots of surgeries, she even had one two weeks ago. When I was six, my dad got the hepatitis C and was on medicine that made him angry and nervous. Because of all of this, I started to eat a lot and became fat. People started bullying me when I was about nine or ten. I got even fatter, because of the bullies. When I was eleven, my dad had a car accident and was in coma for a few months. I got fatter. When he was good again, he got a really grave disease, a septic shock. If you don't know what it its, it's a really grave blood infection. He was in coma for a few months again, but this time it was worse ; nobody knew if he was going to survive or not. I got fatter.
My name is Eliana. My story begins in 6th grade. I was like any other girl, normally acting like myself! There were two guys that I had a crush on and had in fact told them. I was in gym with one of them and we were early. I was just talking to him and somehow we got to talking about how no one could ever like me. I said nothing and he blank out told me I was ugly and no one would ever go out with me. I was upset but showed no sign of it. Then while in class a very very close friend of mine was talking about the other guy I liked and She brought up how she told him I liked him and replied back that I was ugly and would never go out with me. I went home in tears that day.
My name is Beth. I was bullied since
Age 8. It all started in 2nd grade. I was the friendliest girl, and my "BFF" , Meghan, started showing me bad things and I told her to stop. She turned all the boys against me, even my boyfriend, Kaleb. Then I moved in 4th grade. I wanted a better life. I expected this new school to work wonders on my life. All I got was BAD. This girl, whom her name is Maddie, she bullied me. Badly. In 4th and 5th grades, she turned everyone against me. Then acted my friend, then called me overweight fat cow and idiot and stupid. The counselor told me to stop lying about this "precious angel". In fact, everyone said Maddie was the best one ever. I got the best grades. Even my pressuring teacher said that. But it wasn't good enough. I said to Maddie that I wanted to kill myself. Her reply: GOOD!! Then she got everyone to chant,"Let's kill Beth! Let's kill Beth!" My new nickname was Fatty Patty Fatterson. I was going to kill myself when my Mum and Daddy moved us to a better school. I have the occasional meanie, but I get over it. I have SOOOO many friends i can't even count now.I am so happy now!!
As you can most likely tell, I have a weird name. I don't even know why I have this stupid name with a even stupider last name, but I am stuck with it. At school I was called Apple. They said that they would feed on me and pushed me around. Then one day someone dared a classmate of mine to bite me, and they did. I still have the scar. I was really mad so I ran home crying. I started skipping school, pretending to go, until my parents found out. They were mad and asked me why. I didn't think they would understand so I just said the homework was too much. They just said they would help me. I went back to school and people were whispering about me. I had no idea what until I over heard the TEACHERS talking about it. I was really sad. They said that I had a mental and physical problem and I should be sent to a "special school". People said I hit and bit people. I was desperate for a solution. I planned to kill my self when a girl in my class said hi to me. I thought she was teasing me. Turns out, she was being insulted too. I wasn't the only one. She talked to me and then the next day, she committed suicide. I was mad. I went home and told my parents my issue. They listened and understood, since they had similar issues. My parents said that we were going to move soon, but before we did, she went to my school. I was really embarrassed until she said to everyone: "everyone is different, and having a special name is the unique part of someone, it doesn't mean that we are strange, it means we are special". Everyone was silent and we marched out. I am just giving my advice. I don't want you to suffer depression too. Tell someone. Don't commit suicide, because then, the bullies win.
Lalia.
Justine
Hello! First of all, I'm sorry if there are a few mistakes, I speak French. But I'm pretty good in English, as you can probably see. Anyway, my name's Justine, I'm fourteen and I live in Switzerland. Since I was little, my mom has been ill. She had lots of surgeries, she even had one two weeks ago. When I was six, my dad got the hepatitis C and was on medicine that made him angry and nervous. Because of all of this, I started to eat a lot and became fat. People started bullying me when I was about nine or ten. I got even fatter, because of the bullies. When I was eleven, my dad had a car accident and was in coma for a few months. I got fatter. When he was good again, he got a really grave disease, a septic shock. If you don't know what it its, it's a really grave blood infection. He was in coma for a few months again, but this time it was worse ; nobody knew if he was going to survive or not. I got fatter.
People stopped bullying me last year, but I still hear people laughing at me when I walk next to them. People say ''don't listen to them''. But that's just so easy to say! When you hear ''you're worthless, fat, ugly'' and more, you start believing it yourself. Even my siblings used to tell me I'm fat. I'm pretty proud I've never cut.
The
final word to this is (be careful, cheesy quote coming), stay strong. Find a way to be more confident, find a friend who loves you for who you are. You can get through this, I know it. Even when everything seems to be horrible and wrong, just keep saying to yourself ''I know I can do this, I'm stronger than them''.
My name is Eliana. My story begins in 6th grade. I was like any other girl, normally acting like myself! There were two guys that I had a crush on and had in fact told them. I was in gym with one of them and we were early. I was just talking to him and somehow we got to talking about how no one could ever like me. I said nothing and he blank out told me I was ugly and no one would ever go out with me. I was upset but showed no sign of it. Then while in class a very very close friend of mine was talking about the other guy I liked and She brought up how she told him I liked him and replied back that I was ugly and would never go out with me. I went home in tears that day.
But it did not end there. A bus ride became a hazard to me as well. Two people were always kind of jerks to me and I never said anything. But the girl who was three grades higher than I hit me in the nose. But I am too little to do anything. So I cried and said nothing. But later that year another person bigger than I came and sat behind me. He was always a bully but never physically. It was like 90 degrees on the bus and everyone was about to die of sweat. So I was told to crack my window by the other high-schoolers. So I did. The guy who was sitting behind me reached over to roll it up and was pushing me aside to reach it. so I let him roll it up no problem. then I was fussed at by the rest of the bus to roll it back down. So I did as told. But this time he grabbed my arm and jerked me over to roll it up. So in self defense I held the window down. He stuck his fingers into the window while rolling it up and had his fingers smashed. In return he bashed my head into the window a couple times.
Of course I told on him but nothing happened. We moved away from that school and attended a new one. My first few days were fine. but Getting into the next week It got worst. I was said to of called another girl a dirty word when I didn't even know her. I was OK with this because no one believed her. But a couple days later in gym I was shoved to the ground and my glasses were kicked to the other side of the gym. I called my parents to come get me and told them why. They told the principal what happened but he did not believe me and called me a liar. But then walking down the hall became hard. I was pushed, punched, tripped, and slapped. But once again no one would believe me. But then one day a boy came behind me and drew his hand back to slap me in the head. His hand was grabbed by a fellow teacher and he was punished. but the higher authorities did not believe him either. I was withdrawn and put in online school following that event.
Karen
I remember when i used to get bullied. It all started in 5th grade with my so called "best friend". I actually thought she was my friend, i trusted her, & i told her personal stuff. Turns out she wasn't she ended up telling people my business, made lies & rumors about me, she called me names & turned everyone against me. She always denied the stuff she said. A few months later it stopped she apologized and i said it was fine. She said she wasn't going to bully me anymore & i believed her. Than like a month later Turns out that she made fun of me & everything behind my back. She also cyberbullied me on social networks such as Facebook. She wrote bad stuff about me & everyone at school saw. They all made fun of me. All the things she did or said made me cry . I always kept it to myself, my parents didn't know. I than started cutting & thought about committing suicide. My life had become so hard. I felt to much pain that my only solution to that was suicide. I honestly never thought i was going to get through this. School noticed how i started to change so they made me talk to a counselor. I told her what was happening. It turned out to go really well, it helped. the counselor told my parents, my mom cried because she didn't know this was happening. After that stuff got a little better I stood up for myself instead of doing nothing about it & she stopped. Bullying is something that people should prevent from happening. We've lost many people because of this and it's honestly sad because people don't know how much it hurts. My advice is to tell someone don't keep quiet speak up & stay strong because if i did it you can do it don't let no one, no one bring you down.
Alyssa
I remember in the fifth grade I was in gym class. We had to change into our gym clothes an I put my regular clothes in my bag. After gym I came into the locker room and discoverd my clothes were missing, I asked the other girls if they had seen them, they all said they hadn't, I swear I heard the snickering afterwards. So me and my friend looked and looked eventually I found them. Have you ever seen the movie Karissa stands strong? If you have, you know the scene where Karissa discovers her clothes in a trash can? Well that's where I foun mine. I was so upset and embarrassed I changed and ran out as fast as could, the tears streaming down my face. All I could think was how could someone do this? What did I ever do to deserve this? I just wanted answers, and no one could give me any. When I got home I ran into my mothers open awaiting arms, rivers of my tears were rushing down my face. The school had called my mom because my friend had told my teacher of the incident. My mom knew that I had been bullied before being called 4-eyes, fat, slut, spoiled rich brat, ugly, gigantic, etc. But it was nothing compared to this, I was so embarrassed and ashamed, maybe I did deserve this, I thought. I spent the rest of the day crying in my mothers arms, she was comforting me the best she could. After this incident the bullying had mostly stopped after my teacher told the class, I was so embarrassed I was crying, I could tell everyone was holding back small giggles. Eventually I changed schools, mostly because I moved, I thought the bullying would stop and it did for a bit. A few weeks ago I found out my closest friends had been talking behind my back telling the 'populars' my secrets and were insulting me. I eventually had enough and told them off. Know a days I know who my real friends are and ignore the others, I got comforting from my family and I would never dream of telling any of my teachers as one or two of them insulted me in front of my class once or twice last year. What I'm trying to say is tell someone you truly trust. The only reason why bullies bully is because they want someone to feel down and how they feel. After telling someone dosent work don't be afraid to ask a parent or legal guardian if you can switch schools, or if your older switch your job. It's not worth staying their if your not confortable and feel safe.
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I remember when i used to get bullied. It all started in 5th grade with my so called "best friend". I actually thought she was my friend, i trusted her, & i told her personal stuff. Turns out she wasn't she ended up telling people my business, made lies & rumors about me, she called me names & turned everyone against me. She always denied the stuff she said. A few months later it stopped she apologized and i said it was fine. She said she wasn't going to bully me anymore & i believed her. Than like a month later Turns out that she made fun of me & everything behind my back. She also cyberbullied me on social networks such as Facebook. She wrote bad stuff about me & everyone at school saw. They all made fun of me. All the things she did or said made me cry . I always kept it to myself, my parents didn't know. I than started cutting & thought about committing suicide. My life had become so hard. I felt to much pain that my only solution to that was suicide. I honestly never thought i was going to get through this. School noticed how i started to change so they made me talk to a counselor. I told her what was happening. It turned out to go really well, it helped. the counselor told my parents, my mom cried because she didn't know this was happening. After that stuff got a little better I stood up for myself instead of doing nothing about it & she stopped. Bullying is something that people should prevent from happening. We've lost many people because of this and it's honestly sad because people don't know how much it hurts. My advice is to tell someone don't keep quiet speak up & stay strong because if i did it you can do it don't let no one, no one bring you down.
Alyssa
I remember in the fifth grade I was in gym class. We had to change into our gym clothes an I put my regular clothes in my bag. After gym I came into the locker room and discoverd my clothes were missing, I asked the other girls if they had seen them, they all said they hadn't, I swear I heard the snickering afterwards. So me and my friend looked and looked eventually I found them. Have you ever seen the movie Karissa stands strong? If you have, you know the scene where Karissa discovers her clothes in a trash can? Well that's where I foun mine. I was so upset and embarrassed I changed and ran out as fast as could, the tears streaming down my face. All I could think was how could someone do this? What did I ever do to deserve this? I just wanted answers, and no one could give me any. When I got home I ran into my mothers open awaiting arms, rivers of my tears were rushing down my face. The school had called my mom because my friend had told my teacher of the incident. My mom knew that I had been bullied before being called 4-eyes, fat, slut, spoiled rich brat, ugly, gigantic, etc. But it was nothing compared to this, I was so embarrassed and ashamed, maybe I did deserve this, I thought. I spent the rest of the day crying in my mothers arms, she was comforting me the best she could. After this incident the bullying had mostly stopped after my teacher told the class, I was so embarrassed I was crying, I could tell everyone was holding back small giggles. Eventually I changed schools, mostly because I moved, I thought the bullying would stop and it did for a bit. A few weeks ago I found out my closest friends had been talking behind my back telling the 'populars' my secrets and were insulting me. I eventually had enough and told them off. Know a days I know who my real friends are and ignore the others, I got comforting from my family and I would never dream of telling any of my teachers as one or two of them insulted me in front of my class once or twice last year. What I'm trying to say is tell someone you truly trust. The only reason why bullies bully is because they want someone to feel down and how they feel. After telling someone dosent work don't be afraid to ask a parent or legal guardian if you can switch schools, or if your older switch your job. It's not worth staying their if your not confortable and feel safe.
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