When I was in first grade, this new girl came to my school. She instantly became my best friend, but little did I know that she would pressure me into doing terribly mean things to people. She was so mean to the other girls at the school and I wanted to be just like her, so I was mean to people too. Even the boys were scared of me because of the things I would say. We were close for a long time! In 4th grade I was still mean. It had been 3 years and I never got in trouble so I didn't think I was doing anything wrong. This girl that I really didn't like at all was going to Florida for a long time to take care of her sick grandma and I was jealous, so I was beyond mean to her. About a week before she left we got really close and I was "so nice" to her. She texted me the day before she was going to leave saying how much she's going to miss me, even though I treated her like nothing. I texted back saying horrible things. Things that I would even repeat now and I'm in high school. Her parents found out and they came to my house and told my parents. I got in huge trouble, but I didn't feel bad about what I said. She moved. And then in 5th grade there was this boy that I didn't like, so I logged onto his computer at school and I deleted all of his files and I got ISS for 3 days, but I still didn't feel bad. In 6th grade I went to middle school. And I wasn't mean anymore. I grew from it. I wanted to try out for cheerleading at school, but people would tell me that I was too fat to do it and I would be a bench warmer the whole season, but I ignored it and I tried out. I made it! I was so happy. 6th grade was good. I had good grades and I had friends. 7th grade is where I started to slip up. I got really bad grades and I was always sad but I got through it. The summer between 7th and 8th grade year was possibly the worst thing ever. People wrote anonymous notes about me saying that I was a nasty person and I cut myself. I didn't though. 8th grade year got really bad. I started self harming. They were scratches, but I didn't know that those scratches would turn into an addiction. I had horrible grades and I tried to kill myself two times. 5 days before my birthday I took a huge handful of pills. Luckily it didn't do anything to me. My body was strong enough to fight it off. I was in therapy a lot during that year. There were so many rumors going around about me in that small school. It was horrible. In the summer between 8th and 7th grade year, I was actually going to kill myself. I was cutting big time. I was being bullied by people I didn't even talk to. No one really knows how bad it got. I posted a picture on Instagram telling everyone goodbye. I'm thankful that I posted that picture because if I didn't, I wouldn't be telling this right now. I was going to do it for real this time. Someone contacted my mom and she came upstairs in time. I was this miserable because of the things people were saying about me. Ask.fm is the worst site I think that's out there. It allows anonymous people to say horrible horrible things and I just hate it. If you ever get bullied, tell an adult, even if you feel like you're telling on them. You could save someones life. Trust me.

My name is Courtney. I am 16. I am no longer in school, but I do have a story to tell. I've always been different, even when I was little. In the way I dressed, my looks, & my personality. I was always an outsider in school, very timid. Ever since middle school, I've been teased and bullied to the point of suicide. It started in 6th grade. Guys & girls called me fat, ugly, would laugh at everything I do. When I got into 9th grade, the violence started. Girls & guys would hit me, slap me, push me down stairs, attack me in the hallways & sometimes record it. They'd throw food at me & trip me in the hallways. At the end of 9th grade, I got Into a Christian school. There was no violence, just teasing. But I'm still myself today, I dress the way I want, & look the way I want. Because I refuse to let people change me. Be yourself, never let anyone tell you your less than perfect.

It all started in the 5th grade. The bullying , the teasing, and the verbal and physical abuse. I just wanted to talk about being gay. I mean we live in a generation where we should embrace our differences no matter what they are. I mean hundreds of kids commit suicide every year just for being who they are and getting bullied for all these different reasons. It breaks my heart to think young people just like me are killing themselves because they cant be who they are and what they want to be. I personally know how they feel I mean I started cutting in the 5th grade because of bullying and I've attempted suicide 4 times. I've battled depression, I know how it feels to want to die but there's so much to live for. I remember one night in the 7th grade i came home from school and i was crying my eyes out. It was the worst day ever. I was just done with everything. I tell my mum everything and she doesn't even know that i went to the kitchen i got a knife and two bottles of pills then I went to my room. I was done with everything and I didn't want to live anymore but then I thought of how she would feel after and how my brother would feel. So I dropped the knife after I cut and I couldn't stop crying, I didn't want to put  them through that pain. So I guess you can say I didn't have the guts to end my life or you can say I was strong enough to keep fighting. When it comes to bullying its not necessarily the physical abuse that hurts the most its the verbal abuse the one that degrades a human and makes them feel worthless.The one that not even time can heal. But you got to remember your NOT!I know they might make you feel like you are but if you keep fighting.... you will win and you will feel so good after. And if you think no one loves you that your all alone your not, you never are! If I could make it through getting my head shoved in walls and windows, getting stuff thrown at me, getting called names everyday that made me feel worthless, I know you can to. I love you so much and please ,please keep fighting because one day you will win. Coming from someone who's in 10th grade now and started a GSA/LGBT club and an anti-bullying club. It gets better trust me.

I was always the girl that people picked last for the kick-ball game or I was the new kid. I have moved five schools mostly because of bullying. I am still a student, I am a middle school-er so of course this is really hard for me. The thing is I started going through my growing stage at the age ten, so I have always been called fat because I am growing still. However I have learned to defend myself and my friends from bullies but it is still really hard.  

I grew up in dysfunction and was never taught how to socialize. The other kids knew that I was different, it was obvious. My clothes were not up to standards, I didn't know how to talk or act, I was emotional and very sensitive. I would try to do what I could to make them like me but nothing ever worked. Girls would invite me to slumber parties and make me sleep alone in a different room. At school they would make fun of my clothes, call me names, beat me up, isolate me, and even downright humiliate me. I would spend full school days sitting in a bathroom stall just waiting for the day to end. Once, in middle school, a large group of girls befriended me and I thought that maybe things would get better. After about a week these girls cornered me, pushed me against a wall in the quad of our school and threatened me, grabbed at me, said cruel things to me. I was so embarrassed. I never understood why they hated me so much. I went to teachers, counselors, the dean, the principle... and nothing ever changed. They would have each student sign a sheet of paper that was supposed to be like a "restraining order"... but the bullying would continue. I ended up leaving school. I missed out on my education, failed the 8th grade (twice) due to bullying. I couldn't focus on school, I was too busy trying to survive. At church you would think that things would have been better, but they weren't. Kids would isolate me, their parents looked down on me and my family, and even camp counselors would say harsh words about me when they thought I wasn't around. I thought I had nowhere to run. I would cry and each day I'd lose more hope. I thought about suicide many times but something kept me from following through. In my high school years I found alcohol and partying. It was a way to fit in and I took it. I went down a rough path, dropped out of school and became an alcoholic. Alcohol pushed me to the lowest point of my life and I cried out to the Lord, begging Him to help me. And on February 13, 2012 my prayers were answered. Today I have been sober for 2 years. I have a wonderful husband that loves me, a beautiful son and a church family that builds me up and grows my faith. I have been able to forgive those that have harmed me in the past and can now understand that "hurting people hurt people." They were only doing what they were taught. So my message to kids that are being bullied is never lose faith. God had a plan for each and every one of us and it is a plan for hope and not disaster (Jeremiah 29:11) so hold on to that hope with all you've got. And know that you are dearly loved and your life is precious and beautiful.

LOCATED 130 KILOMETERS FROM DUBAI IS THE SECOND OF THE GREAT CITIES OF ARAB EMIRATES. THIS CITY HAS A HISTORY OF UNUSUAL DEVELOPMENT IN THE WORLD, COMPARABLE ONLY NOW WITH THE ASIAN GIANTS, CHINA AND INDIA.

40 years ago, it was a small fishing village. Today luxury hotels are everywhere due to the strong demand for tourism and business that has been in recent years. Built on a T-shaped island, the city offers a seven kilometers long.

Al-Hosn Palace, known as the Old Fort, is one of the few buildings in the city that has more than 30 years. This fort was built by the first king of the dynasty of Al-Nahyan before being replaced by the present building in the late nineteenth century. Today, restored and modernized, has a documentation center.

Nearby is the cultural foundation that contains a library and documentation center and search, as well as frequent exhibits on local history, Islamic art and ancient manuscripts. There is also a craft market woman within 5 kilometers south of Abu Dhabi, which exhibits and sells particularly traditional fabrics.

The workshop in which dows, famous wooden boats in the Persian Gulf and the fish market are made is also curious to see because of its ancient tradition.

Within the emirate of Abu Dhabi is Al Ain, a city that houses an interesting palace that bears his name and which was the residence of Sheikh Zayed Bin Sultan Al Nahyan from 1927 until the late 70s. In the palace you can see the collection of family pictures and the way via the royal family.

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a few years ago.......i moved to where i am today and i didnt know anyone except maybe a few people from elementary school from long ago but they changed but meeting everyone was easy for me because im a talker but not many people can handle my annoying talkative self.so once everyone started gettiing used to me i was just at the top of the rollercoaster and it went down hill from there everyone started to ignore me and then leaving comments on my status and walking past me in the hallway.i felt useless and i felt like killing myself but when i met these wonderful people i started t become myself and i felt safe and i knew that my friendship shield  would block those who effected my old life. and to this day im as strong as a bear and i put those sad,depressing,ignoring people,suicidal thoughts out of my mind and im proud to be me again :)

-thanks to my new friends-

When I was going I moved cities. I was going through my "chubby phase" and had just hit puberty. The day I moved in I met my bully. She lived up the street from me and became my worst nightmare. Day after day I would walk to school and she would wait for me to pass her house so she could abuse me. She would but snow down my pants and throw my on the ground yelling "the reason I can push you down is because fat weighs less than muscle so fat girls aren't strong enough to hold themselves up." After she had pushed me down she would shove icy snow in my face and mouth until I couldn't breath and everything was numb. It would scratch my face, I would lie to my mom about where the cuts came from. At recess she would shove me against the wall. Her and her 3 friends would laugh at me, throw sand in my eyes, and call my names. These names were simple. The fat girl, the ugly hippo, the lard, the huge elephant. I would get home from school every day and cry. I would eat and cry and eat. I gained almost 80 pounds as a young girl. It hurt. I gained and gained and got more and more hurt every time they threw me into a wall or called me names. When they threatened to stab me is when I went to my teacher. I was lucky enough to have a school board who supported me and heard my plea for help. The girls were moved from my class and after other bullying cases the girls were moved schools. Since then I have found friends and found the courage to stand for bullying. Losing my weight and losing the burden of my bullies. I think that sometimes people don't realize they are bullies. Bullies need to be stood up to so they can understand the bad impact they have made and learn how to love.

When I was little I thought nothing could ever hurt me. I was the strongest kid I could ever be. I had so many friends , I had people that trusted me , I even had someone that I thought was real. Well as years went by and i got older. Things started to change. I lost my friends. I lost my family. I lost EVERYTHING. I didn't have a dad growing up. My mom would hit , kick , punch , scratch , pull my hair , she even put hot water on my skin. I was ABUSED. Some people thought I was different cause it happened they called me a doll cause I've been hit. I came to school with bruies. And scars and blood. There was NOTHING I couldn't do. After all this I lived with my grandparents. They took care of me. But then I was getting bullied. I was called a slut , Whore , bitch , any name you could think of. I started to cut. It hurt. Then I got a boyfriend. He supported me and I promised him I would stop. I did. But after two years of us being to together he cheated on me. I was mad. Crying my eyes out. Hurt. I cut. AGAIN. I cut so bad that I cut to close to a vain. I stayed in the hospital for a week. Friends came. Teachers came. Family came. And no one could believe it. But it was all done. I'm better now. And all I'm saying is. Stand up for your self. Don't be afraid. Your beautiful / handsome. And no one can tell you diff.. I'm here for you. Call or text me @ 575-693-6727 I'm Angelina./.^

My story starts out when I was in second grade. I wasn't so smart, I was short, I was fat, and I had no friends. Even as a little girl, I had to learn how to defend myself, even if it came to the conclusion of physical defense. I was bullied from second grade until seventh grade. I had spent five to six years being bullied. I did tell my parents and we had gone to the principal for help. Same old smile and phrase, "we'll do the best we can to fix this situation." In reality, they could care less about one child out of the hundreds in the school. I had fallen into depression,  I had suicidal thoughts and I was a cutter; I still am. Today, I'm in the eighth grade with a whole new different attitude towards the idea of bullying. I have new friends, I'm in a new school and I'm glad I survived the times I tried to commit suicide. I realized that I could make a difference if I just stand up for those who can't.