you think that people are your friends but they are not.they make fun and pull at you untill they can't get enough.and when u think you can get away from it at home but no you don't it comes home with.

it's gto hard to come downstairs and act like everything is ok when it's not.it never will be okay untill people make a choice and give up on being a bully . cause people can really get tired of where they will kill them self or comite suicide.

and people shouldn't have to take there life for people to not bully.And i'm tired of it .where we have to crie or think of killing themself 

My freshman and sophomore year were absolutely terrible. If you didn't have the right shoes or clothes, you were automatically an outcast. I tried to fit in, but it didn't work out. I became very shy and awkward. Then, people staring pushing me around, bumping into my in the hallways, pushing me down so everyone would have to stop and get upset. Then, people who put things in my locker telling me to go kill myself and how I was a whore. My parents went to the school and nobody did anything and said they were just messing around & "Teenagers will be teenagers" That is not an excuse. My parents took me out of that school and put me into a different one and I've had the best experience and I've made so many new friends and I just want everyone out there to know if you're having a hard time, Don't give up. 

At school when they tried to bring me that razor blade I started to cry, and now I have no clue what to feel. im still crying. I cant feel happy. no one can make me feel happy. no one has shown me that I can be happy. I hold up a fake smile all of the time. it really ticks me off when people try to hard to do something that isn't going to happen. im still crying on the inside now I cant show my crying anymore. I have cried to much.. I didn't even think that was possible. Crying ok so what I show im happy.. in  front of the people around me. you only know how I feel I only show you. no one else. I should tell more but my story is in the progress. my story is to be shown soon.

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Through out my years in school I was never bullied, until my Junior year of 2012. I have always been the one that talked to everyone and anyone. This year a girl I never knew or talked to had taken a picture of my butt crack while at school and posted it all over Twitter and Instagram. I have been made fun of and talked about ever since. The school said there was nothing they could do, but have her remove the picture. They basicly just laughed in my face. It has been One Hundred and Ninty days since the picture was posted. I still hear about it and I'm still talked about. It honestly doesn't get easier, and this has made me hate to go to school. Since the picture I hate going to school, and I don't talk to nearly as many people as before. I do say something when I see people bullying though because I know how it feels.

In middle school I was made fun of for trying out for the cheerleading team... sounds silly but at the time I was truly excited to be doing this. As practices went on I decided that now I was doing it to prove those who bullied wrong; that I was good enough and just because I didnt have the "right last name" I WAS going to make it!! Thats exactly what I did :) I MADE the team! That same year I made a very dear friend, and I also lost a very close friend. The friend I lost was due to me again "not being good  enough" and she got made fun of for hanging out with me. The friend I gained was due to other people bullying her and I took a stand to change that. She got made fun of because she wasnt the best reader, and other reasons... but I saw past that; I saw a great person and wanted to get to know her better. So from then forward I made it a point to stand up for anyone who was afraid to do it themselves. I tried to "be-friend" the "popular" crowd, but all they would do was make fun of me, so instead of wasting time on that I took time with the bullied. Not too many people in my days of school would take up for others unless it had a benefit to them, so I am very thankful for this, because I can only imagine its gotten worse over the years.

I STAND FOR THE SILENT with PROJECT BULLY :)  

From 5-7th grade I was bullied and tormented by a group of girls that were in my grade. In 5th grade, I became friends with the new girl that had just transfered from a different school, despite the fact others constantly judged her. I felt good about myself until another girl in my grade couldn't stand to see me be happy. She literally pushed me out of the friendship and for the next two years, I found myself alone. Everyday at lunch, I would barely eat because I didn't see the point. I would always bring a book to lunch with me because no one wanted to talk to me. At recess, I would sit by myself reading while the group of girls that left me, walked past me laughing. I believe that the part that hurt me the most was when I would start crying at recess, able to be seen by 50+, and not one person, not even a teacher, came over to me. I would go home from school everyday feeling sick. I would write down all my feelings and just sit in my bed and cry. This went on for two years.

Now, I am ending my freshman year of high school and I have the best friend I could ask for. We're so much alike and we share the best memories together. Of course I faced some bumps and obstacles before I got from 7th grade to now, but in the end it was worth it because I ended up with a true friend.

Please don't give up. If you feel alone, things will get better. I felt like I had reached the bottom, and are things perfect now? No, but they're 100 times better than they were. If you ever need someone, please don't be afraid to talk to me.

I was always a little different in grade school. I live in a small town where everyone knows everyone. I'm a pretty smart kid. I'm not just saying that to sound conceited either. I have maintained straight A's for as long as I can remember. Back in elementary school, I used to get teased for it. From anything like "teacher's pet" to "suck up". I didn't think much of it and just shrugged it off. As I got older, new people moved into my neighborhood. I got teased by these new people. I was called bad words on a daily basis. I reported it to the teachers at school, and to my mom at home. The girl got in trouble but she didn't seem to care. She kept going. It's like getting in trouble motivated her more. Eventually she stopped and eventually I forgot all about it. I was in 5th grade and wanted to move on. By my 7th grade year I got teased every once in awhile but I tried not to listen. This is my 8th grade year and my very worst. I had lost my best friend this year for a few short months. She said some very very very mean things about me. She spread rumors about me, called me names to my face and to other people, said nasty comments online and the list continues. As well as dealing with friendship drama, I got chased home one night after a high school football game. The girl who chased me home wanted to beat me up. She posted a death threat on facebook the next morning. I had no clue what to do or where to turn. Over the last few months, I've started talking to my friend again. She apologized and realized that I was right. She was being a bully. We grew past things. I never thought I would be one of those people caught up in drama and bullies. I was. I still have 4 years to go. It's going to be a tough ride, but I know I can make it. You can to. My story isn't too bad, but someone out there somewhere can relate even in the slightest bit. Sharing my story should empower you. Hopefully you realize that you can make it through. 

My "friends" have been mean and have left me out of their conversations and they ignore me I have tried to cut. But when was saw the movie Bully I cried the whole movie. Why would people do that to innocent people. They should be ashamed of themselves. 

ive been bullied my whole life for being different when i came out people called me names all the time they still do it hurts so much ive thought about suicide multiple times but i couldn't do it i have a reason to live i want to pursue my life and my career and try not to let the bullies get to me but even when i try they still do anyway  i want to take a stand against bullying nobody should be bullied for being different its who we are who everyone should be proud of you are.  Amanda,17