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I don’t usually say this because I usually get called out for this, but here goes nothing
I like to draw cartoons and anime figures, and I am quite fine at it, but there is this other girl who bullies me for the way I draw. She and her shady group of friends make fun of me and draw pictures of me covered in red marks and with X-ed out eyes. This was only the start. Soon the bullying got physical, and they would try to shove me down the toilet, lock me in my locker and punch me a lot. It began to affect my grades, and once one of the girl’s friends cut me, and the teachers didn’t do a thing, well, that was because the girl was rich and could sue the school. But one day the girl’s mom came to school and caught her bullying me. That was the best moment I ever had! She grounded the girl for a LONG time and made her swear that she won’t do it ever again. SO far she hasn’t done anything yet.
they used to bully me for what game level I had. it sucked
When I was in 4th grade my school would weigh kids in gym class. At the time I didn’t understand I was fat so when I would step off the scale everyone would laugh and say the ground shook when I’m stepped off. My gym teacher would shame me. I am 215 pounds and only 5’1 I get bullied and have a hard time getting around. People call me names. I’m still in 7th and I’m still getting bullied.
I used to get bullied because of my favorite book series, Warriors. Someone found out that I liked this series and started putting scathing notes on my locker always ending with “Signed,Tigerstar” . The person doing this hated the series. It started to happen more, with the person sometimes stealing my books and ripping them up, making meow noises at me, and even stealing my backpack and painting “Tigerstar wuz here”. It got so bad that my family moved.
I was bullied off the soccer team my sophomore year. I think most of the damage done was in my freshman year. I was criticized instead of supported. I was constantly told how bad I was instead of being told how I could get better. I still hear their voices, telling me I shouldn’t play, telling me I was easy to score on. I was excluded from groups games. Nobody wanted me on their team. Their eyes were horrible. I am terrified to play any sport now, because I know I will be judged and compared to others as less than.
The coach at my old club called and asked me to go to with one of the teams to a big tournament. They needed someone to play, so she thought of me. I was so grateful for the opportunity to go and play at a higher level than I was used to because all the girls on the team were a year older than me. So, flattered by the amazing opportunity, I decided to fly a thousand miles from home to this tournament to play with girls I barely knew. On the first night we arrived, we had to squeeze all 8 of us into one small hotel room. I was sleeping on the floor, freezing cold. Most of the rest were on one pullout couch bed. I couldn’t sleep because I was so cold, but I was pretending to be asleep hoping I would eventually just go to sleep. Meanwhile, the other girls are talking to each other. They must have thought I was asleep because around 2 in the morning they start talking about me. They start insulting every single thing about me. They spent a long time talking about my body. They mocked everything I had said or done around them. They made clear they hated me. Eventually they started talking about how they wanted to do these awful things to me, starting with throwing sand at me and escalating into graphically describing how they wanted to murder me, all while making fun of my body. It was so awful to hear, and I was trying not to cry. Towards the end they discussed the fact that I was in the same room as them and may have heard, so they all said that if I told the coach they would deny it. I continued to pretend to be asleep because I was terrified. For a couple days, I didn’t say anything about it and pretended everything was normal. I didn’t have any friends who came with and neither of my parents came on this trip either because it was so far away. I didn’t know what to do. Towards the end of the trip, everyone was sitting at the table and Coach said something about how she felt like something was off with our team because we had been playing bad. I decided to speak up and say that heard everything they said that night. However, the girls said that they said some mean stuff but made it seem like it wasn’t bad at all. They lied about what they had said and when I tried to call them out on specific things they denied it. They were never punished and did not face any consequences other than seeing me sob in front of everyone. They half heartedly apologized (they never even used the word sorry.) Later I found out that they made a group chat to continue saying mean things about me. To this day I feel like I didn’t do enough to stand up for myself and that my voice wasn’t heard. I hope that one day they will face consequence for their actions so they learn it’s not okay to do those kinds of things to me or anyone else.
I’ve gotten bullied since a long time for I think now 10 or 9 years. I got bullied by a lot of people and still do. In 4th grade I noticed I been getting bullied. I’ve gotten bullied for how I look. There was people at my elementary school who would avoid me or spread rumors. Each year it has been getting worse with the bullying. In 7th grade I’ve gotten bullied by a lot of people I think like 20 or 25 people. It was super bad. People would tell me why do you talk like that or why do you look like that. I’m in high school now and I got bullied by a lot of people in my drama class. My old friend made fun of me and used me. That was some of my story.
when i was in middle school a guy called me ugly for the way i look and also my twin sister. he told us to hurt our selfs and we looked like dudes. probably happened everyday.
It was the beginning of 7th grade, when i was starting to, we all know how middle school is and how immature people can be obviously, but i was getting made fun of for my looks, to the point i started wearing headbands every day for almost 2 years, due to that i was sad, i even bullied myself, calling myself names because of what people were saying, i did pop back off at them, but that led to fights happening, now I’m in 9th grade and i feel better about myself, and hoping that this school isn’t like my middle school.
WOW… It has taken me about five years to finally be able to open up to everything about my experience of being bullied.
My first experience of bullying happened in Seventh grade, first day back from Christmas break to be exact. I remember it like it was yesterday. I woke up, got ready for school and waited outside for the bus. The day went on just like any other normal day. I went to my four classes, then had a break where we were allowed to go to our locker, get our books for after lunch and recesses and go to our homeroom’s to either do homework or read for 45 minutes. Anyways, when I was going to my locker after fourth period, I remember opening my locker as I heard a group of girls giggling and pointing at me. I had absolutely no idea what they were laughing at, so I decided to make my locker my shield and stuck my head into my locker.
I pretended as if I was getting my books when I started to eavesdrop on a familiar voice saying, “OH MY GOSH! Did you see what they wrote in the bathroom?” Hearing the girls laughing.