Hello my name is Brett and I have a friend that has been threatened here is the story it is very inappropriate. Tyler was walking to his bus stop and this guy was following him so when they got near some place where no one would see them the guy "raped" him in the mouth and the butt (if he did not decide to he would have been shot cause the "guy" had a gun with him) now he is afraid and he can't tell anyone except me and if he told the teacher he threatened him that he would kill his family and then his sister which was pregnant then he would kill Tyler.

I was bullied for 10 years from Kindergarten through ninth grade.  The worst of it came during junior high or seventh through ninth grade.  It got to the point to where I nearly dropped out of school.  I was kicked, punched, called names, made fun of, followed home, and pestered harshly on the bus.  I had thoughts of fighting back through bringing a gun to school.  This was a good 16 years before Columbine.  The difference was I didn't want to cross the line from thought to action.

I have clinical depression today because of this.  Now, we have technology today where bullying can happen almost anonymously without facing the victim!  My children have also suffered from bullying.  Most times, I either never knew about it or when I did know, was too introverted from my own experiences to press the school to do something about it.  I have worked with the school to try to give my children a better life though.

With these poor children committing suicide or causing harm against others, as a former bullying victim and parent, I would like more states to not only have an anti-bullying law, but perhaps have a law that makes the bully/bully's parents responsible if the victim dies or causes harm against his/her classmates!  With this type of legislation, the bullies would be deterred to commit harmful acts against others because they might be prosecuted because of it!

Those ten years were ten years too long.  I'm a happily married father today with three children.  I try to get beyond my own experiences of being bullied with therapy and talking to others about it.  I just hope that this message can get to others and let them know that this is not the end of the world!  My love goes out to all!

The bullying began in 5th grade. These sisters would hold my hands behind my back, and throw basketballs at me. Their brother choked me. Soon after, we ended moving to Washington, because this is where my family is. In 6th grade, I was weird... people made fun of me. Called me fat, weird, stupid etc. In junior high  7-9 people constantly making fun of me. Calling me fat, worthless, ugly, disgusting, stupid, telling me to kill myself. So I tried to. I failed my attempt. It's left me with a perminent scar on my left wrist. I began self-harming at age 11, and have continued to the age I'm at now (14, almost 15). If I wasn't bullied, I think I would deal with things a lot better than I do now. I was sexually assaulted in 2012. It got out, around the school. People taunted me for it, constantly asking me about it. It haunted me for months. People still ask me about it. I'm very worried about going into high school, because I know it's just going to get worse. I'm too scared to be myself. During lunch, I mostly just sit in the bathroom stalls on my phone the hole time. I don't eat. I just don't want to face anyone that I don't have to.

When I was in middle school I was severely bullied and would come home with bruises--my parents had no idea until recently--I kept to myself back then, I'm 37 now, and I thought I should put my voice out there about how bullying causes damage to kids long after they're out of school.

I started writing in middle school to get the anger and frustration of what I went through and it helps me today. I use writing today on my blog to talk about bullying and what I went through.

I watched the movie with my son and thought about how I would've felt then if this movie had come out. I would have been ecstatic. I want to do my part to help kids who are bullied in one form or another.

No kid should be fearful of going to school or worrying about telling their parents about the abuse they go through.

I sit in the class room and walk around the hallways hearing people spreading rumors about others, and calling people by derogatory names. I am not the kind of person who like to hear people call others: fags, retards, gay etc. I like to think of myself as a friendly person, so when people say things like that it offends me for my friends who may be those things. I am going to talk to my principle about the things that are going on in our school, and making sure that students, teachers, and faculty are on board for the next school year! Here's to being up-standers, and here's to wanting to end ALL bullying! 

I am putting together a bullying presentation to help try to change bullying in my school and cummunity. I know that I can not change everything but I think that I could change something. I want to try to make a change before my brother hits middle school next year. He has alot of mental disabilities and I know that he will be picked on and I dont want it to happen. I don't want him to have to go threw the pain that alot of other kids go through. I love him way to much for that to happen. So now I am here to speak what I need to and to make a change.

When I was 8, some boy in my class decided my name (Corinca) sounded like King Kong. From that moment on I was King Kong, king of the monkeys. Everyone in my class thought it was a great idea to join him, so every break the boys would start and call me names, pretending to spray flea spray on me because I was a monkey. Some girls thought they only could be popular if they joined the boys, so they also called me names.

When the break was over, 1 girl would stick up for me (she thought because she was nice to me she would be liked), so when we were back in the classroom everyone was nice to me. No teacher ever noticed.

When I went to high school, I was very insecure. I didn't know how to have real friends. The first two or three years it was hard for me to believe there were people who actually liked me!

Being bullied was really hard on me, but I am really happy there are people in this world who help you see there is a better way to associate with other people.

    Stupid, Fatso, Blubber butt, garbage dump – they're more than jokes, they became my identity. Uptight, overachiever, kiss ass, Drama queen - I got called those names so often I didn’t know what else to be.

   Ten year's later, I still live with feeling like an outcast. Even with a great job, talent in my field, a social life and lessons under my belt, I can't shake the feeling of self-loathing because I must have deserved to be teased and tortured and hated. 

     I still fight to remember the abuse wasn't all in my head - that it was real. One teacher, a very special woman, reached out to me and watched over the little girl me. She might be the reasons I’m still alive today. 

   Teachers: you can save a life. Reach out to a student in trouble; even if you just ask how their day was when you don’t have to. Kids: It gets better. We're all here to help. 

In elementary school, from about third to fifth grade, popularity was everything. If you didn't own the latest pair of Uggs, wear Abercrombie and Fitch, or Hollister you weren't popular. Since I have other siblings, money was tight, and since most/all of the clothing and accessories that were considered acceptable were expensive, we could not afford them. Needless to say, I was ostracized for not being up to the latest trends. Thus, I was picked on and spoken about behind my back. In order to try and fit it, I was mean to my only two close friends, and looking back now I realize what an immature move that was. This led to me being lonely for about a year because I had pushed my only friends away in return for fake girls. That backfired completely. I started to experiment with makeup in order to try and fir it. I remember sitting at recess reading a book, because nobody wanted to play with me, and a girl came up to me and told me that even though I thought I was hot because I put on some eyeliner, I wasn't. Many other similar events happened. The biggest one though was a cyber bully attack through AIM and e-mail. I had just gotten an e-mail account, and a "popular girl" sent out a list of who was popular and who was not. Of course, I was at the bottom with what was left of my friends. We went to the school and they did almost nothing. At the time I was in fifth grade, and the only person to comfort me and support me in school was my teacher. I was extremely depressed at the time, and had thought about ending it all then. Luckily, I have a strong family behind me that supported me and helped me get through those tough times. If it wasn't for them, I wouldn't be sharing my story with you. It gets better, I swear. 

I remember all the way back in 3rd grade i was getting picked on for my weight. And it followed me all the way to middle school. I thought school was a hell I was forced to go to. And if I didn't go to school the next day i would come back to school and all the kids would say "Did you eat so muchyou couldn't fit through the door?" And i would go to the bathroom and cry. But know i have faced it that people are going to judge you but you have to prove them wrong. And that is my story.