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so basically, a lot of girls in my school would treat me bad and make fun of me. they would abandon me in activities and make fun of my actions. however, they keep copying what i wear and what I do. they also stare at me at a distance. there are many guys whom also bully me for no reasons at all. they would make fun of me.
These two girls who were my so called besties would constantly make fun of me and my actions. I always tried to help them, but rather listening to my advice and being thankful. They would talk down to me and make me feel insecure and helpless.
I’ve had a few friends in middle school. We were a trio and always close. I am going to refer to my friends as K and P. K was sweet and innocent, whereas K was the exact opposite. K pretended to be very friendly at the beginning of the school year. Then, she manipulated P to develop hatred feelings towards me. K would make comments like “you are so stupid and fat” even though I didn’t fail at any of my grades and was not overweight. She would do so by comparing her “skinny” features to mine, and to be honest, there weren’t much of a difference. She would make up things that would have never happened in real life and gain popularity. At test she turned all sweet and stuff, but really it was my answer she was looking for. P alone was nice, but whenever K was around she would get all defensive when I argued back to K. She will hush me to let K talk and steal my things even though I knew it was her. They embarrassed me during class once by grouping up to chant about how spoiled and horrible I was.
There are toxic people out there, and now I’ve learnt to defend myself anytime K tries to attack me.
As a kid, I got bullied a lot because I was either too small, too skinny or I did not eat enough. Those are all things that they bullied me about. Now you may say that it is unhealthy for someone to not eat a lot but I am a small girl and I can’t eat that much. Trust me if I could eat more I would. I would be digging into all of those swiss cake rolls. But down to the point. I lost one of my friends because of another friend and now the friend that I lost give me dirty looks and glares. I have learned to accept the fact that she hates me and that we will never be friends again. She always comes up to me and asks me if we can be friends again and my answer is always no. You may ask why I would say no. Well, its because if I’m going to get bullied once by them I’m not going to be friends with them again just to go through the same stuff. I have learned that friends or best friends that you can trust are the ones that will stand up for you. I ones that will be there for you. The ones who will catch you if you fall. The ones who will pull you down off that ledge. Now I have not got on that ledge but trust me if you have the best friends that are always with you where ever you go and they sit with you at that lunch table as everyone just laughs and points because you have no friends. That’s how you know that your best friend. Now if you’re getting bullied by someone that thinks they are the best just remember this. Whoever is trying to pull you down is already below you. They just want a reaction. Give them one but make sure its that perfect smile of yours!!
As a shy kid, I was often targeted for bullying in elementary. Two girls decided to pretend to be my friends and used me, making me do their homework and such. They would beat me for fun, talk behind my back, and spread rumors about me. I’m just glad I moved schools.
Bulling needs to just stop all together. I’ve lost 2 of my best-friends from bullying and it sucks.
I’m currently getting bullied at school by a group of boys. They turned like 10 kids against me, including some good friends of mine who won’t even talk to me anymore. They also laugh and point at me in the halls and spread rumors about me. They say things about me that I never did. I went to the guidance office and she talked to the boys. They didn’t stop. Then she talked to the office. At this point, the boys violated several of the anti-bullying laws, but the principal just talked to them. Now, they bully me some days and leave me alone others to give me a sense of confusion. This has gone on for the entire marking period. They told the principal they never did any of the incidents and I’m afraid he believes them. I don’t know what to do.
In 9th grade I liked this boy. Little did I know that this boy that I happened to make friends with was actually a bully. He bullied almost everyone and he was a very toxic person, but my feelings for him blinded my vision and I continued to let him bully me. He called me names and eventually got everyone in my grade to do the same. Of course I would laugh it off because it was the boy I liked, but he really didn’t care about me, and I am just now realizing that he is a bully in the beginning of 11th grade. He would also bully my friends, but I never seemed to notice that either.
The most shocking thing about my experience is that we were only ten years old. Ten years old and the amount of manipulation and planning that this girl possessed was abnormal. I’ll refer to them as S and J. These two girls were always together, and I was the third wheel of the group. I was the most picked on kid in class, maybe even the whole year. I was very quiet and shy, chubby, with a serious case of ugly duckling syndrome – the stereotypical bullying vicitm. At first these two girls were kind and acted like they were my friends. I was relieved to finally have friends, and maybe this was what caused my denial that they were actually bullying me. J wasn’t too bad on her own. On the days S wasn’t there she was actually nice to me. But when S was there, these two became my bullies. The twisted part was that they were intentionally separating me from the few other friends I had. They would literally drag me away from a game with the nicer girls simply to isolate me from the other kids. S was the leader. She was the one who started the bullying, and J would join in on the ‘fun’. S would call me fat and stupid, because I was a little overweight and had poor maths skills, while she was far better at maths. S would sit me down and give me challenging maths problems and when I failed, she would insult me and call me dumb and hopeless. S was always criticizing my appearance and how overweight I was. This ten year old even even put me me on a fitness regime. This regime consisted of forcing me to do humiliating things and running up and down the playground until I was gasping and hurting. S would tell me she was doing it to help me, and as the gullible pushover I was, I complied, believing this was friendship. During this time, my p.e kit kept disappearing, and an arts and crafts project I made was being repeatedly sabotaged and damaged. It was only after I’d left that school that I realized S and J were probably responsible, as I once heard them giggling as I became distressed over my vandalized art project. It became physical towards the end of the year. S would hit and kick me. Thank God they didn’t go to my high school. For years after year 6 ended, I remained extremely shy and awkward. I struggled to make friends and other bullies made my life so hard. I started starving myself, telling myself I wasn’t good enough because I was fat. I had anger issues which I still have today, I made mean and self depreciating jokes because I was brainwashed to believe that it was normal and what friends did. It was only when I turned 17 that I gained my confidence back. I gained more friends, started taking pride in my appearance. I have changed so much after I told myself so wasn’t going to be effected by S and J anymore. Manipulation can be done at any age, bullying can be mental and physical. People will pretend to be your friends so they can isolate you from your real ones, so they can ruin your confidence and your life for fun. I heard through a friend on facebook who attended the same school as S and J did how they got on. Apparently they were very quiet girls and didn’t talk to anyone throughout the whole time they were there. I think they had underlying self confidence issues, but that did not justify what they did to me. They ruined my life and confidence for years, they achieved what they wanted, but thankfully I managed to tell myself that I deserved better, and that I was going to be the person I was meant to be without their toxic influence. I only recently realized that my years of anxiety and anger problems has come from them. This is a little long so I’ll get to the messsage. Those people aren’t your friends. Nobody who insults you, hurts you, isolates you, is a friend. Please tell a family member and a teacher, and don’t stop until the bullying does. Don’t hurt or starve yourself like I did to try and earn the approval of your bullies, you have nothing to prove to them and you were perfect the way you are. Your family won’t be angry, they’ll be kind and supportive and understanding of why you didn’t speak up sooner. You deserve so much better and nobody should suffer as I have.Thank you for reading my story.
I’m not sure if this totally counts as bullying, but here we go. I grew up in a school full of nice people, where bullies were few and far between. Elementary school years were great, and I even made it through middle school without incident. I had great friends, and I loved them. I had this one friend in particular – me, her, and this other girl, we were the inseparable triumvirate. But then in high school, sophomore year, she just stopped talking to me. When we hung out, there were usually other people around, and she would find anyone else she could to talk to. Anyone, even if she barely knew them. She would get into conversation with somebody, and I would be left awkwardly standing there next to her, feeling totally left out and unwelcome. Even if I tried to join in the conversation, she would barely acknowledge my statements or turn it around and make it about her. For a long time, I assumed she wasn’t doing it on purpose – she was a social butterfly who loved to talk, and I was a shy and awkward girl who could barely hold a decent conversation and tended to hide my emotions from others; she’d rather have a more interesting conversation and didn’t realize she was hurting me because I never let it show. And this went on for months. One thing that really bothered me was when I flew across the country by myself for a thing, and when I got back, the one person who asked me how my trip was was her new best friend’s boyfriend, who I didn’t even know very well. Not her. I felt so invisible and ignored and dissed at the time around her, but I didn’t want to make a fuss when everyone else was happy, and I thought she wasn’t doing it on purpose. Well it turns out I was wrong. Come Christmastime, my other friends ask me if I’m going to her Christmas party. I hadn’t even known there WAS a party. I asked who else was invited, and it turned out that the entire friend group was invited – except me. At that point, I knew that she was doing this on purpose. I stopped hanging around her, avoided her at all costs. But what I didn’t realize was that she had unintentionally cut me off from my other friends. See, she was the one who threw all the parties and planned all the get-togethers in our group, which meant that I was never invited to them. And while the rest of the group was hanging out and getting closer as friends, I was not. Avoiding her, as I came to realize, often meant avoiding my other friends, and we drifted apart. And I kept telling myself, I need to talk to her about this, and she’s a human being so she deserves to hear it face-to-face. And for months more, I could never work up the nerve to do so. Eventually, sick and tired of being invisible, I did manage to call her aside and sort of say how I felt, but I was totally panicked and couldn’t think clearly enough to get the right words out to get my message across. She told me that she was tired of me always showing up an hour or so late to her parties. I tried to explain that my mom doesn’t let me go unless my grades are good or I spend several hours doing homework in order to bring my grades up beforehand, but she didn’t understand. I was too panicked, and I explained myself very poorly, and she didn’t seem to get it. After that, I gave up on a face-to-face talk and wrote her a three page letter explaining exactly how I felt, which I delivered the next day. I waited for her to come talk to me about it, because I assumed she would, but she never did. I heard from one of my other friends that she was very pissed at my letter. At that point I gave up. I knew then that I could never repair the friendship we once had. I’m nearing the end of my junior year now, and I still don’t really have anyone I can call my best friend. I see her, and I just get angry and upset and hurt, and I feel this hatred towards her that I try to tell myself is just in my head even though deep down, I know it isn’t, and she has no idea. She acts completely indifferent towards me now, and she’s totally past it. I think she thought she was just “cutting toxic people out of her life,” but she never even talked to me, never gave me a chance to fix the problem I was causing her. She still doesn’t seem to understand just how much she hurt me, because I still get upset when I see her and I can tell she doesn’t think about everything that happened when she sees me. I guess 6 years of being best friends didn’t mean anything to her, because she just dropped me like that. I am still on my own, with no close friends I can depend on. I can’t wait for college, when it will be a whole different crowd and nobody has their own friends yet – maybe then I can finally have a best friend again.