Real Teens Speak Out

Stripped

My freshman year of high school, was a milestone that for the rest of my life I would never forget. Every emotion of figuring out who I was and where I fit into the world was just a minimal part of my life. But my biggest fear of being bullied came with an exceedingly high cost that I would continue to pay for the rest of my life.

It started out with just the normal tendencies of bullying, name calling, and poking etc. but my instinct of ignoring it only made the problem worsen. Until the moment when I was literally threatened during lunch period. We had bullying prevention talks all the time, so I knew going to a teacher I trusted or administrator was the way to solve this issue.

After addressing the threat to a teacher, and promised everything would be taken care of, I proceeded about my day like normal and took my seat in class, only the bullying and outbursts were magnified and I remained speechless the whole entire time, until the bell rang to switch classes and I waited till every last person except for the teacher was out of the classroom, then I made my way out only then to be assuaged from behind.

As I was attacked I let out screams, but everyone around remained frozen, and no teacher came to break up the fight. My friends just stood while I was spinning around on a merry go round watching people remain frozen like someone had a stopped the hands of time.

Finally a friend came through and guided me back into the classroom and there I was facing the teacher I just left to only hear her say, “sweetie was that you?” The rest is school protocol to assess my wounds and then get me to the office so administrators could contact parents, talk to witnesses etc. after my mom’s arrival she decided to press charges against my attacker, which then lead to the rest of my high school years to be bullied by my attacker’s friends or people who thought I was weak for not hitting back. It was this moment in time when I felt like I was one the biggest stage in the world, stripped in front of the entire world.

LIFE SUCKS. I CAN’T STOP IT.

Bullying really is REAL!

When I went to school I used to always hear about bullying, but I thought it wasn’t real. Then I moved with my mom and my perspective on life changed. People who didn’t even know me would come up to me at school and call me names. It got so bad I would cry and beg my mom not to make me go to school. Some days she felt bad for me and left me stay home and get a break from the bullying. One day at school I was talking to my friend, I told him I would miss him and that after today he would never see me again. He told the counselor what I said I got sent to another place. It helped for awhile then the bullying kept happening. Then I moved back to Gurdon and I decided I’m not going to let the bullying continue. I’m going to stop it once and for all.

Why me

I am a very Lonely kid I get bullied a lot i have about three friends I remember one time i was just walking down the field and about three feet away people were playing and then one guy actually came up and punched me for no parteculer reason . I’ve been bullied all my life when I was in pre school I had very long curly hair. People would call me a girl.but just remember if you’re bullied stand up for your self and that you are not alone

Bullied for over 3 years

when I went into year 5 my school life didn’t turn out to great for me. I had many of the other students picking on me calling me things spreading things about me just saying things that hurt my feelings but they didn’t care and I could see that if went on and on through that year I went home crying every day I went to teachers but they were no help I told my parents but my teacher wouldn’t listen to them when I went into year 6 it was still going on but more students joined in I tried to get on with the year but I couldn’t it was really hard for me I was judged about everything my clothes my look my colour my gender the whole of me.  That year had gone by and I had gone into year 7 that’s when things went really bad for me I was bullied from day one of year 7  In the end once I had told the people who actually care about me everything was sorted. What I would like everyone to know is never feel afraid to tell any one I made that mistake and all it did was left me with cuts and bruise don’t do what I did do the right thing and tell someone.

The ugly

I’m currently in a school that I don’t like. I’ve been bullied since 1st grade. The emotional interference has made the way I act change a lot. I can be sad one day and happy the next . On the topic of the ugly in 7th grade which I’m in right now during tech ed me my friend I guess and two bullies started to say I had the ugly and would not allow me to touch the project. my friend join in I was depressed for a while. I miss my old friends from my old school they protected me from being sad but they’re not around me any more I can’t talk to theme I gtg good bye

I didn’t ask for any of this to happen to me.

I’m 14 and every day I get bullied by a boy. He pushes into lockers and doors. He took my agenda wrote ugly, fat , stupid, and dicks. I was going to kill myself but my mom talked me out of it. She made herself think it was someone else cuz she wants him out my life for good cuz he sexually assaulted me and I have to live with that for the rest of my life. People tell me to be the better person and forget about it but i can’t it happened and it never unhappen.

i can’t take it anymore

NO MATTER WHAT I DO THE PAIN WILL NOT GO AWAY.

The school doesn’t do anything to help.

The time i got assulated has changed my life so much from not feeling safe at school and having to move into a new school didtrict. One day in class I asked a question that was ” are we allowed to bring backpacks into homeroom” and after that question this one girl had her backpack and the teacher gave her a really bad look and told her to go put it in her locker. when the girl came back from her locker she said “go to hell’ and fuck off” and that makes me feels very bad about myself. So then we get to lunch her and a group off friends came up to me and threatened to slap me flipped me off and said more stuff like that . Then one day a girl came up behinde me and shoved me to the ground and held me there for a few minutes. Then the next time she did something to me was at lunch and she came up behinde me and chocked me and hit me on the head with a book. As that was going on i was telling my dean and the principal and they said that they were going to deal with them and the person that got in trouble was me.

The “you tell, you’re a snitch” culture is still so prevalent
When I was in high school, a popular upperclassman took photos of the textbook/powerpoint on his phone in front of the whole table (the teacher wasn’t looking) and during the test, took out his phone and proceeded to use it for the entire rest of the class period. I saw him take the photos, and his phone even made a Siri sound during the test. This is a common occurrence at my high school.

I didn’t want to tell the teacher because I was scared that the cheater would proceed to rally his friend group to ostracize me. My friends encouraged me to, and in the end I did.
I was so scared to even show my face at school after that, for the following weekend I spent almost every waking minute worrying about what would happen.