Real Teens Speak Out

Sometimes, I was the bully

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.

moving

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

My Whole Life

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.

toxic people

im 16 going 17, schooling in a junior college. at the start of the new year, at this new school, with a new class, i had to pick my group of friends. i had them, a group of friends, but 1 month in, i got pulled into another smaller group of friends within the class. and i was stuck. they were both exclusive, and both didnt wanna mingle and mix around with each other. to fit into the people aound me, to make myslf interesting, i started to join in with the gossip, with my “trusted” friends. i was stuck, who did i wanna choose? group 1 or group 2? i went with group 2 because they were more tight than group 1, and i didnt have to try so hard around them. but while hanging with group 2, group 1 would ask me for the hot gossip from group 2, and in order to not make any enemies so early into the school year, i spilled, trusting that they would never rat me out. BIG mistake. 6 months into school, big leader of group 1 decides to pick a fight with me, and somehow managed to twist and turn my words, and take them out of context, turning all my “friends” against me. going from having a hard time choosing between 2 spectacular group of friends, to being the one loner in class with no fixed group of friends over the course of one week, all because this mean girl from group 1 decided that it was time to start picking on me. moral of the story, i shouldve just stayed a loner through the year like i usually do, changing myself only caused it to be a more painful and sad way to still end up a loner. i hate school, and i hate life, and sometimes i just wanna die.

i got bullyed all my life

i got all my life because i’m not the cool one or the cute one i been hit befoe i been in fight with bullied but now i just ignore it

My story of being bullied

This is my story of been bullied it all happened in primary school people were mean to me and said I had nits and horrible names what weren’t very nice when it got to year 7 the bullying stop for a bit but started again on year 9 I started self harming and I felt alone I lost my confidence and I felt like I had no friends what so ever and I never even tell any one it got to the point where I needed to tell someone and I have autism and anxiety and it came a lot worse I didn’t want to talk in lessons everyone were picking on me and saying she is going to cry it was awful and it is still happening today

Bullied By Friends

So I am in middle school and I have a pretty good friend circle. And I have friends who are actually my friends but there is these girls who are just rude. So there was this kid who I was friends with and he is in a grade above me so we talked a bit. One of my “friends” (I call her B) she told him I liked him and I didnt. And that is not the bad part. B told him I wanted to do nasty things with him and love him and that was not true. So that whole grade started to make fun of me. But B’s friend C started become physical with me about a month later. B called me over to talk to her behind the school and they both beat me up. I was left there until a teacher helped me. I do not know what to do and I am happy it is the weekend. It still happens and idk what to do. I have bruises and scares and black eyes sometimes.

best friend or worst friend?

I’m 16 and I’ve been friends with this girl named “C”all my life. I’ve always thought she was a good friend because she was always supporting me money wise because my family is not as well off as hers. Looking back on what all she has done to me and to other friends in my group I’ve realized that she’s not the person I thought she was. She manipulates me into doing things I’m not comfortable with, she talks bad about me to my other friends, when I get mad at her for something she always tries to make me take the blame, she’s hit me before for no reason, and when she hangs out with me she will invite a lot of guys over and it puts me in a bad place because I have a boyfriend of 2 years and she’s putting me in situations that I can’t control because I don’t drive. She’s gotten me in trouble with my mom because she lied to her and I didn’t know about It. And she’s putting me on the wrong path, not only because of my beliefs but my morals. I would have never thought that my friend actually had that much of a pull on my life but she does. Ever since I stopped hanging out with C I’ve not only gotten closer to my true friends. But I’ve stayed out of trouble and my relationship has been doing better. The other day she messaged me and begged me to hang out with her because she didn’t have anyone to hang out with, but really she was trying to manipulate me to go to her house because she invited like 8 boys to come over. I know to some people this may not sound like bullying but I do feel bullied. I feel like when I say no to C she gets mad. She posts about me. She talks about me. Trapped friendships are a real thing. And I’m glad I finally got out of mine.

The Black Hole

I have a mole on the side of my nose. It’s been there since I was born. I am very self conscious of it because of the things that have happened.
The first time I remember realizing that people notice my mole was when i was in kindergarten. I always got asked what it was. I think i was in second grade when I had an appointment about it. I remember that vividly. It was in 6th grade when people started being mean to me about it. It was only one person, but it felt like the whole world was against me. His name is B, and he still bullies me. It was one day in homeroom when i was talking to him and he said “Yeah but at least I don’t have a black hole on the side of my nose.” that happened 2-3 times throughout the year. Also in 6th grade I started getting bullied by this new girl named E. She would kick me and put me in a headlock and beat me up. She made fun of everything I did and I felt like everything I did was wrong. E has another friend named ET and one day I was standing next to them with my friend A. I have a big forehead. A doesn’t. The E’s came up to me and measured my forehead and then measured A’s forehead and laughed at how huge mine is. That didn’t make me happy. Another time I was with the E’s at ET’s house. there’s this girl with a freckle on the side of her nose right where my mole is. EVERYONE makes fun o that girls freckle RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME! What do they say about me behind my back? Another time I was at a pep rally and B and another boy named Bl were behind me. Bl dared B to touch my mole. “NOOOO! DISEASES!” B shouted. I went home that day and cried. There have been more times like this, but I can’t list them all. Just please, anyone who is reading this, be nice to everyone. even if they’re mean to you.

BEING fat is like being an open target

I am not sure what people call ‘bullying’ but i am a girl from an Indian school not located in India. In my school there are both boys and girls.
i have always been made fun of and always i just laugh it off.. when it actually hurts then i go to the washroom and cry in the stalls. Yes , i am fat and i belong to blue in the PE class and people in my class call me ‘blue whale’ again the same cycle went on – i laughed it off, went to the stalls and cried. during the 8th grade i had a diary in which i could write about my day or what happen and of course i wrote my crush’s name. i was usually very secretive of it . once when i went to the washroom . one of the guys i am gonna call A took my book and went into the guys washroom. another one of my class mate(B) went to the washroom and saw a reading in my diary and instead of stopping him, he read it as well. you might think that ‘its just a crush get over it its nothing big’ well it is . second term of 8th grade when i went to my friends who always told me ‘you are my best friend’ told me to f** off that i was ugly and fat and dumb. they continued soo i ran to my bus with tears literally flying off my face. 9th grade i was called names like ‘ toilet paper, that i had no friends’ .. in fact once in the library period i sat alone in the table next to the one full of people cause when i went there i was told to go away . the other guy named Z sat on the table i was sitting in … he was a part of the ‘popular gang’ of the class and his best friend B called him and asked ‘ hey Z why are you sitting with the loser’ to which he answered ‘ she is also human alright? soo if you are my friend then you are her friend too’ …..internally i was the happiest person alive . but after 3 days i was ignored AGAIN …..this ‘story’ might not seem as sad but truly it is … i have shed soo many tears for people bullying me and making fun of me that i regret having a fat body … i did try to lose all this weight but it cant really be possible if you eat away your feelings…..