Real Teens Speak Out

I get badly bullied

It started when I was 11, I started when I joined a new school.  it all started on my first day when I introduced myself. they made fun of me cos’ I’m Indian and it hurt quite a bit. It continued until it began to hurt me physically and mentally. I began feeling like I didn’t belong here.

Girl with the scars on her face

I believe I’m special, in more ways than one.
When I was 6 years old i got into a terrible motorcycle accident into barbed wire and as suggested by the title, i got hurt on my face. Lucky for me I had just hit the height of not being decapitated and not going blind… I got cut around my mouth. All in all I got 62 stitches and had to miss most of the school year because of the surgery I had to go through and having to be rethought how to move my lips to make sounds and to even eat…

When I got back to school i was looked at like an alien since then and honestly, i felt like one too. I was never the shy type… but quiet when uncomfortable. Kids would call me scarface and made rude comments like “why did your cat scratch your face? Serves you right, why did you kiss your dog? Are you an evil spirit? What did you do to your face??” They always said i would never be beautiful and I believed them for most of my life… kids would runaway from me, not want to befriend me and would even pull my hair, though I think that was because I was the only mixed kid in class.

No one would talk to me because my scars were “scary”… the only people I had were my cousins, they always played with me like they always used to, there was nothing different to them. So naturally, I got used to hanging around with guys and not girls because girls always had something bad to say or do to me. This didn’t make it any better for me. I would cry myself to sleep every time someone made a rude comment about me. I would even get into fights because of them… I hated my scars.

Now I’m 18 and it’s been 12 years, the scars have faded a little bit, but they’re still very visible, I have so many friends I can’t even count how many. I have a best friend who loves me very much and even gets mad at me when I say I’m not pretty. Now I believe I am beautiful, but will never admit it to anyone. I’ve grown to love my scars and have so much confidence its unbelievable. I’ve been asked to talk about it all to churches, schools and even youth groups, its never easy at first, and everyone is gonna have something to say… but remember you’re not alone in this one.

The continuous story of my life

Hi  I have been bullied since the beginning of kindergarten. I am year ten no matter how I act or where I go bullying always seems to follow me, I know my bullying isn’t bad as some of other people’s but I still want my story told. In primary I had no friends besides my sisters but they didn’t really have many friends ether because they were bullied too. you see I not just bullied by a few people I’m bullied by most in my year and by other people in other years. I’m also not just bullied in one way I have experienced most forms of bullying if not all of them and if I tell someone well they just find another thing to talk about for example. I’m very short so tall boys would form a big circle around me and look down at me or I’m also weak so they target me in sports. I feel useless and hopeless but there is one good thing in my life and that is my best friend. She only one that understand me and she gets bullied her self. I always think we are stronger together and that is only thing that keeps me living and going to school because honestly I can’t take one more thing. Because it just doesn’t ever stop no matter what I try and I wonder will it ever stop. My favourite saying I used to always hear is treat others the way you want to be treated, well I can’t remember a time I have ever been mean to someone else. My other saying I use to always hear from my mum or teachers  is stick and stones may break my bones but words or actions will never hurt me. well that’s a complete lie. words can hurt more sticks and stones.

Mean old bullys

When i was in about pre- k is when kid started to make fun of me kids always called me old because i was born before alot of students in class. But know here is the sad part in 5th grade my face started to break out and everybody used to bully me to the point were kids used to fight me for no reason. I ate lunch with nobody because nobody liked me. Even right now no one sits by me but i’m used to it.

my story

I had a friend growing up in middle school and we should hang out all the time and have sleepovers and girls days. Then High school started and she started acting different stopped hanging out with me she was my BEST FRIEND when she started acting differently I tried to change my self the way I acted, the People I hung out with, the clothes I wore, but she kept being different. But if the person this story is about is reading this I just want to thank you for being the person I am today and you will always have a place in my heart. Also you would be pleased to know I am an aunt!

my life in school

My friends always hide with me because it’s scary. if there’s no one around they’re going to get bullied. I know that i get bullied but i tell the adult and it just gets worse so if i were you i would speak up and be like “Hey i don’t like the way you’re treating me or the other students i don’t thinks it’s right to bully people that did not do nothing to you. what did we do to you that you should bully, so i’m standing and speaking the truth. it is not right ever. bullying is 100% wrong “. That’s what i would do. It’s wrong at all times no matter what. How would you like if we did that to you? You wouldn’t like it.

Electricity Class

So I am the only girl in my electricity class and at the beginning of the year I was actually having fun. I thought I was making some friends in that class until December. Some of the boys started making fun of the way I dress, were making sexist remarks, would make fun of me for the music I listen to and would call me edgy. I didn’t think much of it until almost all of them started doing it and eventually started stealing some of my stuff like my phone, my lip gloss, and my AirPods, all of which were in my backpack. Even my teacher joined in on the remarks. When they see me get upset they all call me a crybaby or tell me that it’s just jokes, but things like this should not be taken as jokes.

Bullying happens outside of school, too.

(For the sake of my privacy, I will go by John in this story.)
I’m in a after school activity , and I was really excited when I became eligible for being one of the representatives for the group. When we started voting in members, the leaders handed out a ballot. On the ballot, there was the list of people that you could a check next to them to vote for them. Now, normally, I can shake off what most people do to me, but when people started coming to my face to tell me that they didn’t vote for me, I found it hard to shake off. After the ballot was received, they counted the votes and came to the front of the group to read the results. And guess what? Everybody got elected but me. As the votes were being read, the kids in the rows in front of me kept looking back at me and laughing, whispering things back and forth. I heard my name many times. After the election was over, a kid (let’s call him j) came up to my friend who did get elected. He asked in an innocent voice, ” Did everyone get elected? Oh, yeah, everybody but John got elected.” j then looked straight at me and then said, “Everyone voted against you, you know.”
That pushed me over the edge. I got really emotional and cried in the bathroom for the rest of the meeting. I guess I’m just writing this because I want people to know that if you are being bullied, you should speak up and know that a lot of people are teased and harassed and even bullied all the time. So, if this happens to you, know that you aren’t alone.

Pre-school-third

As a kid, I was bullied to an extensive amount. At a young age, rocks were thrown at me, making cuts on my face and almost breaking my nose. The boy who did this took no fault in it. Later on, a year later a girl decided it would be funny to verbally bully me. Once I had enough I told my mom and she did something about it.

i got and am getting bullied

so it all started when i was in 5th grade i had these ¨friends¨ that were nice to me and they sat with me at lunch and everything and then one day everything changed one day i was walking to the table i normally sat at and they said i couldn’t sit with them i was annoying. when they said that my heart dropped and i had to go sit by myself.then everyday they would taunt me and bully me. i had nobody i felt like trash.then when i got into 6th grade it got worse. so the summer before 6th grade i said to myself i didn’t want to feel this way anymore so i decide to cut my hair and change my style so that way i would give off an intimidating look and nobody would mess with me but that didn’t help.  so then i just couldn’t take it anymore and got really bad i was depressed for a very long time. and eventually started doing self harm.nobody cared. so then i went into 7th grade it got a little better but still didn’t stop the same people the same things. then 8th grade came which i’m in right now. and i still get bullied people call me names and go ¨boom¨ boom¨ when ever i walk and my friend is always making fat jokes about me when i told her i didn’t like it. so i am not depressed anymore but i know i have really bad issues but i’m getting over the issues and i’m still getting bullied but i’m better. it does get better and if you report them you’re not a snitch just know someone out there cares about you i promise.