Real Teens Speak Out

Im so lost

So this is currently happening and i have no idea what to do. earlier on this year, i moved friendship groups from the nicest, most down to earth girls, to the bitchy, popular group. now i think about it, it was the worst decision, considering those same girls bullied me the year before. About 6 months ago, i moved groups and for the first month, it was great. the four girls were so nice to me, commented on my instagrams, hugged me when i came to school, was invited to a sleepover or two etc. then after a little while, one of the girls, who im going to call G, started ignoring me isolating me. after she started,another girl in the group called A started too. so for a while G and A were ignoring me and spreading rumours about me. the two other girls were still nice to me, L and O but i dont think they actually like me. i feel like they are only nice to me because i have no other friends. i came to this school last year and havnt really found a group yet. its kinda hard to just move to another group because there arent many girls in my year (im at an only girls school) and the popular group has about 30 girls in it, so once im out of one of the pop groups i cant join any other. (its not that i want to be popular, its just the other girls are the right kind of people.) back to the story, this girl G, is in a group with me for everything, including a drama production. im quite shy and not very good at standing up for myself to its hard to tell her to stop. she has assigned me as ‘tech support’ for a 4 person play and said that i can write the script and just do whatever. the last week, its gotten quite bad and i don’t know what to do. today at lunch, we were talking about our weight. she said ‘tbh our group is quite thick’ and L says yeah apart from H (me) and g says ‘sorry I said in the GROUP’ emphasising that I wasn’t apart of the group. this really hurt too bc everyone always teases me for being skinny and no one can know I have anorexia. I’m getting better and dealing with it, but having Ana doesn’t help to deal with all this. G has also blocked me on snap idk why and shes encouraging the other girls to as well. I was in a chat with them and g deleted it and made a new one called ‘the REAL group’ so that’s not great. there is so much more to say and its really hard to explain what’s going on. sorry if this is really messy I just need to say something. because no one knows what’s going on. its also really hard bc I live in boarding school and my roommate is terrible. she spreads rumours about me to G and twists and turns everything i say. she calls me ‘too skinny’ and too flat and to short and pale and my fashion sense is gross and i have a terrible boyfriend. another thing G and A do is tease me for my bf bc hes older and they say hes ugly and gay which he isnt and it really hurts because not many guys like me bc im so ugly so when a guy likes me it makes me feel better. G was also spreading rumours about me to my bf which sucked. the four of them always say things like ‘the four of us should have a sleepover this weekend’ when im standing right there. its not fun to be ignored and please please speak up if you are going through something like this becuase i cant.

The Worst Summer

So this story is about what has happened to me when I was a little bit younger and vulnerable. I was around 13 years old and I and my best friend got into a fight, she said something about me that hurt so I confronted her. She then wasn’t my friend anymore. I felt sad because I just lost my best friend and as I started to lose her, I started losing another friend and another and another until finally, it was just me standing there wondering where all my friends went. So then I looked, every one of them huddled around her then glaring at me. I tried to tell them the truth but they wouldn’t listen so I sat there and I cried because I was so alone so broken that I couldn’t even speak. So then gossip began and she would come up every day and just tell me, “my parents are gonna beat you up”, “you are nothing can’t you see so you might as well die”, etc. I don’t think you want to know much more. So she continually did this till the end of summer. The next summer she went to a different camp, and people knew the actual truth about what she did so they weren’t befriending her. So she apologized and I forgave her shallowly because you can never really forgive someone who does that to you. Every time I look at her this is all I see and that is the story.

That Haircut

I’ve had the same hairstyle for literally 3 years and i needed a change, so I started off with cutting my half meter locks into bob hairstyle. I finally could feel new, different ,better. But something i forgot was – School.
I showed up in class, a shocking reaction, nothing unexpected though. Yet it wasn’t a “good” kind of shock, more of a “you’re an idiot” kind of shock. But anyways, i knew this was gonna happen and i was ready to deal with it, but maybe i wasn’t. People ARE mean, and they’ll do anything and everything in their power to bring u down. So here goes my day –
Comment 1: “u got a haircut?”
And i was like ‘no..i just chopped my hair in an invisible manner’.
So i said “YEAH”.
People dont understand ur basic level sarcasm sometimes, so..

Comment 2: ” am sorry, i couldn’t control my laugh”
And my first thought was ” ya… i too had to see ur face AGAIN.. I couldn’t help getting irritated either”.
So i said “do i look bad?” ..big mistake asking that..
Comment 3:”You used to have the best hair in the class”
And now i was like “maybe i DO look ugly”.
So i said “YEAH!”
And those 5 girls kept passing through me for the WHOLE day. It felt like a punishment, walking by people whom u don’t want to see, amd they dont either.
But the fascinating part was, i also got comments like –
“My goodness, u look even more adorable”,
“Can u stop being so cute”,
And now when i think about it, all over again, the only rude mean comments, came from my classs’ girls who are jealous of me.
And seriously, people do all sorts of shit to bring down your confidence. And its completely ok to feel that. But once ur done crying, think over it, u r better than yesterday and some people just can’t take it.
So SMILE, it pisses them off.
And this haircut really suits me:
i feel new + different + better = ME.
Mission Accomplished!

Different

Right now, I go to a high school and about 90% of them are Indian (it’s an all girls school). I’m mixed and I’m sorta rare in my school. Quite a few people like me when I just started but now I’m in a class, separated from a lot of them. I am with my best friend but she is also friends with the girl who makes me feels bad all the time. I stopped being her friend before but now she’s acting like we’re buddies and is trying to embarrass me in front of everyone. Just today, for art class we had to draw the person behind us and she’s behind me. When she was drawing me, she was talking out loud and said, “ hmm big eyes, messed up teeth.” I know some people around me heard that and felt bad for me. Even in our last class she spoke about me behind my back and called my previous friend a loser for hanging out with me. Yet still she pretends to be my friend for answers for homework and other things. I just need to let bullies know, it’s the little stuff you say that hurts people. You may get to that one body part or area that person is insecure about and really hurt them, I know it hurt me.

The Quiet One

I’ve been told I was useless sense the first day of kindergarten. First Day, I got lost and a teacher took me to the office mumbling about how it was pathetic I couldnt find the bathroom.
Recess, I was beat by another student for standing in line. Teacher didn’t report it. I cried that night.
Second Day, begged dad not to go. he didnt see the bruise on my side. I got beat up and shoved everyday.
Second grade. I got picked out by the teacher over ten times a day every day. I got sent to the office almost five times a week for being to rude or giving attitude. The bully who beat me on the first day has continued to call me names telling me to die and such sense the first day. No one cared. I got sent to the hallway or to the office to much for people to care. I’d go home and cry every night not know what to do.
Fourth Grade, Still got beat up but now other kids have caught on and have started bullying me. calling me names. My bully that beat me on the first day of school stepped on my finger hard and dislocated it, I cried and begged to go to the nurse but the teacher told me to stop crying and go out into the hall, she didnt care. Still got sent to the office too much, cried too much, whined too much. I discovered drawing and people always said i was good at it, but they lied I know they were lying. I tried out for the art gifted and talented club, I didn’t get in. I was sent to the office too much, cried too much, was too quiet in class, had no friends in school. I cry every night, I dont care how I look anymore, I dont want to get up. I dont want to go to that hell where im yelled at for everything, sent to the office for everything, bullied for everything.
Fhithgrade, the bullying has gotten worse, no one cares about me, im excluded from everything, im being told to die everyday by other girls. At recess I hide behind a wall and draw in the dirt, only thing techers do is yell at me and tell me to go play with my friends, but what friends. My bully shoved a pencil into my side, I bled all dy I was to scared to say anything, no one would care. I cry to much, im sent to the office to much, Im the quiet one. These thing continued relentilessly, staff and students would single me out, yell, hurt and punch.
During middle school things quieted down, but there was still that fear. the nagging that im never good enough..I developed PTSD, Anxity, suicidal thoughts, Depression…
Freshman year went by, I missed over half the year, I couldn’t get out of bed.
Second year of high school was okay, I still missed a lot of school. One teacher called me out every class, calling me useless, worthless, a waste of space. I told the office and they didn’t do anything. I had a meeting with the teacher and my school councilor, the councilor sided with the teacher while I cried, I could feel my lungs contracting and my throat closing refusing to breath and it hurt so bad. I sobbed on the way home and blacked out on my bedroom floor. No one cared. I don’t trust more then two people anymore. I suffer panic and anxiety attacks daily. I have PTSD attacks every week. This is my story.

Powerless

Hi guys! My name is R and im a 16 year old boy. Ever since i was little I was always made fun whether it was my personality or race. When i was in primary school i was made fun of for my indian background. Kids would say stuff that would belittle my culture. The racism was so bad that my family eventually moved. I was happy because i could start fresh. But that was not the case. The kids would bully me because i seemed gay which im not. I was considered an outcast. People would tell me that they are nice to me out of pity and in fear that i would kill myself and blame them. It was so bad that i cut myself once. Still to this day people make fun of me like secretly taking pics of me and making memes but i learned to ignore and be grateful for 3 friends i finally have. Oh and i also am grateful for kpop and also jeon somi for being my inspiration!

school hell

It all began when I and my family moved to another city. With moving came new schools and a new start which I wasnt very keen about. My new school hapoened to be a very academic one and very highly achieving yet also with a very distinct cast . The rugby boys and netball girls all intertwined with each other and unfortunately for me I wasnt a girl who played netball. In a majority White school being the only black girl in my grade was very tough . I was very different and was surely made to know that. I had no friends when other students went for lunch with their friends I was thinking about ways to sneak into the toilet and hide or walk round the school building pretending to find something of mine that wasnt missing. I was essentially an outcast. I was made fun of , called names and every lesson i went to there would be constant snickering.
During physical education lessons i worked alone because nobody wanted to work with the black girl with no friends. Netball was the main sport of the school and i later became alright at it, during PE i would get the ball from some girls and pass to the team the teacher had placed me with only to be told to “shoo” by a girl as if i was a dog.
Being bullied almost drove me to do things that i never felt before or ever thought about doing. I would try to avoid going to school, cry in the toilets because it got that bad. An incident occured in a maths lesson when a boy and a girl were laughing at my hair and for some reason in a very big class i felt very contrived and claustrophobic. I felt boxed in and my heart was racing, I was having a panic attack right there on my seat and no one was aware, i felt as if i was shrinking and my hands and feet where shaking.
It all got better in my second year when i started to talk to a girl who later became my friend . Although i was part of her friendship group i was still alienated by the members but she was very encouraging and quite genuine. I belong with something but nothing at the same time. i accepted that because then i could go to lunch and eat even though i felt very uncomfortable , I could sit with a group if people during break time not because they wanted me there but we because I had a piller of support within them.
Bullying is wrong never encourage it.

WHY ME?

So my name is K, and I’m 14 years old and i’m in 9th grade. When I was in 4th grade I was a weird kid (Still am) and I had trouble speaing. What I mean is that I stutter sometimes (EX: I-I-I-I Like D-D-D-D Ogs), and hard for me to say R’s, W’s, etc. So this kid, Lets call him A, I was talking to my friend D, and he overeard are conersation, I said “I-I-I-I-I…….” and then he said “I-I-I-I-I can’t speak” something like that.) and I cried most of p.e since it happend then and my P.E. Coach didn’t even care when I told him I was bullied. So that hurt a lot and now I don’t stutter at all basically now. I just can’t say some stuff correct like my last name they think i say totally different, etc.

Loud Girl

Hi. My name is M, I am 14 years old and a sophomore. I am young for my grade and everyone knows it. I moved to a new school right before high school started. I thought it would be great because these people wouldn’t hate me like the old ones. I could start out new. I could be new. But it’s hard to change old habits. I am known for being super loud and happy all the time. People didn’t like that and they started bullying me for it. In high school I had started dating this guy and he was on color guard. Everyone made fun of me for dating him. But when I broke up with him for a good reason. (He said he’d kill himself if I didn’t stay with him forever) Everyone started to hate me. Color guard girls wouldn’t talk to me, at all. They even looked at me like I had killed someone they loved and was released from jail. I was mad that everyone thought I was the bad guy and that everyone believed that he was the one to feel bad for. I lost one of my friends because of him and even after I got that friendship back 1 year later, it still wasn’t the same. I really wanted to be new and not have people hate me. But where ever I go guys look at me and think, “She might be cute but she’s annoying and loud.” And girls look at me and think, “She’s so freaking annoying.” The year before I moved I had gotten people in my grade to sign my yearbook and when I saw it by the time it got back into my hands people had wrote, “Kill yourself.” “Die B—-.” “N——” The last comment, I hadn’t understood why they called me that, but they wrote all these words in big letters on my yearbook. I really hoped that it would change last year, but my 9th grade year was the same, if not worse. People wouldn’t talk to me because I was loud, different and spoke my opinion on things I thought were right. I was even reported for depression when I was going through a rough time, which didn’t help at all. My family was suddenly worried that I would cut myself, that I thought suicidal thoughts. I didn’t though. I just wanted a friend. But no one looked long enough at me to see who I really am. They just heard my voice and ran.

My bullying story

It all started when i waz in 3rd grade i waz getting bullied everyday at school i didn’t know what to do so i ask one of me friends she said “you need to go tell a adult or stand up don’t back down they wont u to show how you feel and for you to back down” so i did what she said and it didn’t work i told the office my mom called the school they didn’t do nothing and this day i am 13 turning 14 on December 18th they still bully me and i am in 7th grade and the other day i got hit over and over with a really hard soccer ball by one of my bullies getting bullied sucks just letting you know and dont kill yourself just because you are getting bullied that is the wrong option don’t listen to bullies listen to your family or friends not the bullies.