Hello, my name is Evan.

People know how much of a problem bullying is, and they try their best! How about we make it easier for bullied kids to make friends, huh?

I am thinking a special club for these kids would help a lot at making new friends, and they all have been bullied as well, so these kids should have a lot in common!

This was more of a quick idea than a story... Yeah...

Hello, my name is Evan! Now I have always been bullied because of my shape, autism, and the fact I'm different, but I knew what to do and started telling adults that I know. I did not care that I was called a snitch or a tattle tail, because I knew what I did saved me from a horrible fate! However, these days, bullies still bully even though they were punished! Reason: Media. There's games that mess up my fellow students mind, kids that are 10 years old playing a video game for adults, and all those movies and shows that encourage violence, even when the creators never meant to! Like the show "My little pony friendship is magic"? Even if your a boy? That's okay, it's not wrong for a boy or man to watch shows meant for kids, but because of the popular term: Brony, people start to make fun of these men who watch "My little pony!" Heard of trolling? That word disguises the word bullying! In games like Minecraft, people break other peoples stuff, annoy them, and put bad comments on youtube videos, People call that trolling, and it's considered fun! Is bullying fun?!? Maybe to Jerks! Anyways, as the title says, bullying can go undercover on the internet! This is my quick message, and I hope the Bully project will learn more about undercover cyber bullying.

 Teasing, fighting, confrontations are all part and parcel of growing years. The situation gets tedious when it takes an ugly turn. Like tormenting, abusing verbally or intentionally trying to threaten the younger or the weaker child. It is called as bullying if repeated over and again with an intention to hurt. It can be verbal, physical or psychological in nature. It can range from calling names to spreading rumors or even extorting money or other treasured possessions.

For more than half of my life the behaviour of bullying and the act of just teasing me for a stupid reason have followed me. It started at an age as early as preschool, everyone will just make fun of me becuase the way I talked, walk, or expressed ideas (opinions) that some people didn't agree with, however, as time passed the confrontations between peers intensify year by year. I always thought there was various reasons behind this kind of aggressive behaviour from my peers, but sometimes it came to a point were the idea of facing them face to face was not on my plans. Often i was very shy and introvert and weak to talk to conselours or parents about this problem, but one day I decided that it was enough of people making fun of me and just taking me as a joke and I took bravery from inside and talk to an adult about the problems I was facing.

Sometimes bullies try to attrach the attention of others in a negative manner, it was always me the one that will try to make fun of the most. As the comments from other students became to build up my character started to change, I was more aggressive and unpolite to certain type of people, sometimes i will hurt my own friends. I was lossing self confidence on myself, and started to lost confidence on others as well. Sometimes I wouldn't talk to my parents or grandparents about the bad actions that students were giving me. It came to a point were my parents realize that I was having problems because I try to avoid school and I repeatedly complain of false aches, also, because I frequent cry or got upset. But years pass and I saw to the pass and just laugh now because I guess that I build was building a thicker skin and more tough soul.

My parents and my grandparents were there when I most needed them.
They identify the prolem as soon as possible and they try to restored the confidence that I had lost in previous cases. It was very important to them to make me understand that I my words were listened and my feelings are respected. They try very hard to pay attention to me and to each others as I narrate the events and the effects that bullying was making in my life. Sometimes it will be hard for my parents to identify the gravity of the situation and any loose thread that may lead to serious consequences. Sometimes I will just be in bed thinking of how I can end my suffering and I thought, " Why not cutting myself? or shoot myself?" but what I think it keeps me going now is the power and the believe that others have on me and the lost hope and confidence that I had lost was been restored and put back into me. Seriously, I never thought that I could win a battle against bullying but I guess everything is possible in this life.

Over years now I came to a outstanding conclusion that all those years of suffering and the bad attitudes that other people will give me will be just to help me get stronger and have a better life. I give thanks to god because he was there in every step of my way.

I know that is hard to overcome something that is so bad as bullying but remember that you have the support of your friends, family and everyone that loves you. Remember to put your head up and never look down, because you are who you are and nobody should have the power to change that. 

“No, you don't know what it's like when nothing feels all right, you don't know what it's like
To be like me
To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No, you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life”
- ~Bryan Avila~

It started at the end of 8th grade when I was on facebook and I started receiving threats from a girl who I had no idea was and she kept saying that she was going to come to my house and beat me up and all these horrible things. She didn't even go to my school but I was still afraid she would show up to my school. I blocked her and it calmed down for  two days. Then two of her friends started threatening me (I told my parents nothing). They said that if I told my parents they would get their "gang" to come teach me a lesson, and of course that scared me even more so I said nothing. Not only could I not tell my parents but if I told any of my friends what happened they would make fun of me and call me weak. Then one day I was at the park and three girls came walking my way. At this point I knew who they were and what was going to happen. I started walking another direction but they caught up to me. I was helpless. There were three of them and one of me. She pulled me by my hair and slammed my head into the ground and after that happened I just let her do whatever she wanted. I was bruised, sprained, and concussed. And you want to know the worst part? It was all on video. I called my sister to get me as I laid on the ground. It was recorded and everyone just watched. It was found on youtube and many people at my school laughed at me because of it. It was the most painful thing I have ever experienced and I am not talking about the physical abuse I was so hurt inside that no one did a thing that as soon as I was back to my normal self again I made sure that as long as I was at any school that wouldn't happen to anyone else. I joined clubs and organizations so that I could get my message out to other kids everywhere. I want to speak for the kids that are to afraid to speak for themselves. 

I never really surrounded myself with people. I was always the quite girl. I grew up with a that became broken when I was only four. I went to a school that had a very bad system for bullying and watching over the students. Ever since I started I was bullied, picked on, and beaten. I was different. I didn't go searching for friends, I didn't do much of anything really. As I got older, the bullying only got worse. It went from stupid name calling to full on harassment. I was called emo, gay, a loser, a bitch, a loner, a waste of a human life. When I would try to stand up for myself, I was picked on for that as well. This went on and on, inside and later on, outside of school. I was terrified to go to school cause I knew what was waiting there, but even so I wouldn't raise my voice and tell anyone. The kids would tell me that things would only get worse if I told on them and if I couldn't handle them now, how could I handle it getting worse? I remember it got really bad in the seventh grade, so bad I tried to commit suicide in my classroom. If they all wanted me dead so badly, I would just give them what they wanted. I think the worst part of that was that I couldn't even bring myself to tell the school I wanted to die from the bullies. I lied cause I thought they would kill me if I said anything. It then turned into me becoming that emo kid. I sat home and self harmed and when I was at school I just excepted what the kids had to say. I began to turn into the very thing I was being tormented for. And because I was always quiet, no one thought anything was wrong.
People always say that high school will be the best four years of your life, what a bunch of lies. Around my 2nd year of high school I came out as pansexual and coming out in a catholic school was not the best of choices. People began to spread rumors and soon enough I had people avoiding me like I had the plague. It was like nothing changed. Until I met a few wonderful people.
Until I met my best friends from Primary and High School, I thought that there wasn't a reason to live. They were bullied and we were able to help each other out and stand up for one another. Had I not met them, my life would be so dark or maybe, I wouldn't have a life anymore. They were there when I couldn't raise my voice. They were the ones who heard my cries when no one else could. They were there for the four suicide attempts in the past seven years of my life when no one else was. Because of them I met the girl I'm in love with now. Because of them I can stand up to the people that say nasty things to/about me. I still suffer from major depression, but I'm getting better. Everyday is still a struggle, but I know that there are people that care and love me now, people that would be broken if I left. I'm not fully confident in myself yet, but I'm getting there and that's what matters. I'm going on two years without a suicide attempt and my first full year without self-harming. Things are getting better. I'm not sure how I would have turned out if I wasn't bullied, but I know that I wouldn't have made the true friends I have now if it wasn't for that. I hate those bullies for everything they've put me through, but I'm grateful that I wasn't alone, even though it took me forever to realize that.
I'm still the quiet girl, but now I know, silence isn't always golden.

this year hasn't been wonderful at all. I have started dressing a lot darker that I was last year. I wear all black almost everyday. Yes, there are people who are nice to me but more than usual there are people who aren't so nice. I have been repeatedly been called emo for like this entire year. Yeah some of you might think, well that's not so bad but it really is. It is a very offensive word that some person thought it would be funny to create. I hate it.

Also, one by one my friends have started to desert me. I can literally count all of my true friends on one hand. No one wants to go out with me or seems to take any interest in me. 

I have been bullied my whole life. I have always been heavier and not as pretty as everyone. I was constantly teased and often times blackmailed. My life is a living hell. When someone comes up to me and says im a stupid emo or my music sucks, it brings back those feeling that I felt when I was a little younger. When people would send me home crying. I am a rather mean person. But can you blame me? People say that your peers around you are the best influence. But when you have been tortured all your life you are kind of taught to be defensive and rather mean. But don't worry I don't go out of my way to hurt other people though. I pretty nice when it comes to other people's feelings.

I also self-harm. I know some of you may think its stupid but it does serve a purpose. Its different for everyone though. I get so sad sometime that it is like the only way I feel I can escape from that. But for anyone else I strongly say, do not go down this road. Or if you already have, im so sorry and stay strong.

Ever since I have been constantly teased about my weight I have had an eating disorder. I rarely eat. This year it has become so bad that some day I go without eating anything. I am obsessed about perfect bodies. Because that is what guys like. They like a girl who is skinny and can look good in a bikini. Not like a cow. So I am not eating so I can be as perfect as possible.

I honestly don't know when or if it is going to get better. But for all of you that know how I feel, I am so sorry that you have to go through this. Andi hope it gets better for all of you.

When I was in fifth grade there was this girl named Alexis she was a really big bully one day she started throwing little rocks at me so I stood up and said stop and she just laughed then the teacher said to go wait out side for him I did when he came out I told him what happened and he said that I interrupted his class and that I had two weeks of in house suspension. I dident start it but yet I get in trouble.

My name is Carlos. I am currently 19 now. Throughout all of elementary and Middle School i was constantly teased and taunted. At first when i 6 years old, in the 1st grade,  it just started because I was a foster child. I was told I will never have a mom and that I was worthless. I think was was worse is that not only did I get bullied by kids at school, but also by my foster mom, both mentally and physically. I was scared to go any where or tell anyone, so I just stood quiet. I would always be by myself and never talked t anyone. Every so often a group of kids would come up to me and call me names and tease me.

When I was 8 years old I finally met my mom and left the school and moved in with my real mom. It seemed like everything was fine and that everything was going to be alright. But in 5th grade, it started up again. This time it was for something worse.

When I was 12, I figured out I never was interested into girls. I found out that out my fifth grade year. I had my first crush on a boy and I didn't know how to feel about it. Many of the other boy noticed some of my manners were weird and not normal to them. I would have a very feminine type of voice and look. Boys would tell me I looked like a girl and that I was weird.

When I moved in with my mom, I found out that she was Christian and was very devoted to it. She had got me and my other 2 sisters into it and wanted us to be raised in that environment. I learned that such things as gays and other things were sins, and were despised by God. I had heard my parents say thing about gay and other things of that sort and I knew that it was wrong. But when I found out that I was attracted to boys, I tried everything to change myself.

In 6th grade, I was always called so many names; like faggot, homo, gay, and a lot of others. I was always pushed around. I thought by trying to get with a lot of girls would help, but it only made things worse. By the time 8th grade came around, i was always refered to as a homo or pussy. I was constantly made fun of because of being gay. I was afraid that if I fully came out that it would get worse.

By the time I went to high school, no one cared about gays, people at my school believed that people should love who they want no matter what. People were more mature about things that went on. I over came my fear and shared the real me. People accepted me for who I was. When I was the "Bully Project" video, it reminded me of where I came from and what I was able to over come.

No child should be afraid to show who they are, it only makes them fall deeper away. It's a scary feeling to feel like you have no one there to bring you up. Leaving someone to feel like they"re nothing doesn't you better than anyone else. People make fun of others, and bully others because they are not what they call "normal". But the truth is, there's no such thing as normal and there never will be. Normal is defined as ordinary; the same as everything or body. Everyone is unique in their own way and has every right to sow their uniqueness without judgement or criticism.

 

As we grow we've been taught what to do if you or your friend is being bullied, but do they prepare you for when you are the bully?  I want to tell you about a girl named Annie. Annie was a good child growing up and never did anything wrong yet people would pick on her. She always got bullied because of her size and because of her actions. As she grew she soon made a friend but that just made the bullying worse. People started to think she was gay because her friend taught her how to dance tango's and waltz. Everyday they would practice dancing together and people wouldn't talk to her because they thought she was gay. After a while she broke away from that friend and blossomed into a beautiful flower. She made friends and became a great friend. In 6th grade she met two people who became her best friends. After a while, she made new friends and they talked about how gross her two friends where. Soon she started picking on them too. The world took an innocent child and turned her into a monster and set her loose on those two friends. Every time they would ask if she could hang out she would reply, "I would but I don't want to get the ugly disease from you," or she would say, "Eww! No way! If I hang out with you im going to start smelling like you! I mean seriously you smell like you haven't showered in weeks!!!" These taunts and teasing got so bad that one of her victims dropped out of school and moved. The counselor talked to Annie and she saw her mistakes. She made new friends and never bullied again but the past still haunts her. Annie is me. I bullied people and never knew how much it could hurt someone until I watched it hurt my friends. After 6th grade I vowed to never bully again and I still stick to this vow.  I want to change the world like I changed. I went from good to bad to good again and that's how I want the world to be.

I find it funny the way life works. One moment everything is going right and the next it seems like the entire world is crashing down. I was in elementary school when it all began. I remember kids making fun of the way I dressed, putting me down for mistakes I made, but to be honest, I never thought of it as bullying. I just thought it was a normal thing everyone did. Soon boys began to get involved with the bullying others did to me. I remember the first time I told someone about it, and their response was; "Do you know why he does it? He does it because he likes you." or "She does it because she is jealous of you." and after hearing those words, i just let it go. I was able to survive my lunch box years. When middle school came, the same thing occurred, except it was worse. Random people i didn't even know wanted to get into fights with me, rumors were being spread, but even though all of that went on I was able to keep my head up high and survive those two years. High school started...i began to fall apart. I got into my first relationship, and after that everything went down hill. The guy I was with put me down a lot and abused me...and i never told anyone...NEVER. After things ended with him, rumors were spread about me. His friends said things about me...my ex said we had slept together and i had some sort of disease...of course everything was just a bunch of lies. The only close friends I had turned their backs on me because of the things people were saying and then the end of my freshmen year came...and i did NOT want to go back. The rest of my high school career was the same story. Nothing but drama. People put me down more, my own teammates would take me down and make me feel like crap. My "friends" called me names, they'd hit me. I was sexually harassed by one of them...eventually raped..and i NEVER spoke out. I fell into severe depression and i just couldn't take any of it anymore...and to make things worse...being at home wan't a relief. I wasn't safe anywhere. I felt like i was useless, unwanted...i was told that i was a mistake and that idea just stuck with me. I couldn't take the pain anymore so I began to cut, i attempted suicide and at one point I had a major break down and i ended up in a mental hospital. Once i got the help i needed and was back on my feet, people did whatever they could to bring me down. They called me "emo" "psycho" "the crazy one" and apart from that i began to get cyber bullied....and i was just starting to fall apart once m ore. Luckily i only had a few months left of high school...but i ended up getting really sick.  A day didn't go by where i didn't cry myself to sleep thinking of how horrible my life sucked. A day didn't go by where i wouldn't think about giving up...until one morning i realized that there's people out there in this world who have it worse than i do. I still go to therapy and i take medication to treat my depression...but now i'm looking to make a difference. I didn't get justice for what those people did to me..not even the rapist. They all got off with a warning, and i'm not joking. I'm eighteen now...and i stood up to the bullies myself. And now i'm in the process of getting my associates degree in Criminal Justice so i can become a cop or a juvenile probation officer and help those who are going through the same thing i went through or worse. I'm looking to make a difference, because in this life, everyone is a miracle and they should know it.