In my opportunities of my life I rarely got bullied, but everyone has in some way, I have never been bullied in high school, and everyone is so nice, but when I do see someone bully someone els I usually send the bully back with his tail between his legs, yes my way I am a jerk to the bully but he never bullies again. I have had one kid in real life actually bully me, but I spoke up myself and he never bullied me again. 

my story of getting bullied was I was push around being called names  and I got a black eye this year    

I used to have many friends but than they started bullying me. I told the teachers but they didn't do much about it. We had this thing for bullying but no one ever listened to that. It got to the point to where people from lower grades were throwing rocks at me. I couldn't take it so I broke down crying. my little brother got my dad and they got me home and then my dad called the school . so they would know what was going on in my school life. And so far it has been ok but ever now and a gain the say mean things but I just blow it off.

Hi I'm Melissa. I'm 14 years old and in Middle School (8th grader). Last year was the worst year for me. Throughout the year i had people call me fat, obese, stupid, and that i should just kill myself. I thought i had good friends to defend me and help me, but they just laughed with the crowd. I never had friends since the 3rd grade, because there was this girl named Gaby who would bully me and make everyone go against me. It was that way till the 6th grade. I only had 1 friend to always be there for me, and not leave me for the popular crowd, and her name was May. In December, i was hit by a car. My front teeth was destroyed, I had a fractured arm, i had bruises on my hands, legs, neck, and face. It was terrible. When I came back to school after a week of the accident, people already started spreading rumors about me. They said that I did it on purpose, that I'm an attention seeker, I'm faking my injuries and more. I felt alone, weak, hopeless, depressed. The person who i thought was my friend saw me get hit by a car, and he told everyone that he laughed at me, and walked home happy. Some people actually agreed on his statement, and how did i find out about this? Someone told me. I started cutting, crying every night wondering what did i do to deserve this. I was called an attention whore, b*tch, Fata**, and people said that i should have died during the accident, and that it was karma for what i did, even though i don't really know what i did. I didnt have any friends. I was an outcast. I thought i was going to be alone for the rest of my life. I tried killing myself several times but my parents would always stop me. They told me that i was just acting like a baby and to suck it up, but i couldn't get over it. My whole world was falling apart.That is where May comes in. She was so sweet to me. I've known her since Kindergarten but I never really talked to her because she hung out with the girl who bullied me in the 3rd-6th grade. May and I would always sit next to each other at lunch, we would go eat frozen yogurt near her house, she would come to my house and we would be watching PewDiePie videos. She was my new best friend. Through the year we spent almost every minute together, and i didn't care what other people said about me, because i had a friend to now support me, and defend me, something that my other ''friends'' couldn't do for me. If it wasnt for her, i would be in a coffin, while my parents mourn for my loss. But i became a stronger person now, and i don't let anyone take advantage of me. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right?

I want this story to show that you will find a friend soon, a real friend who cares for you and protects you. Someone who will be right next to you till the end. I want you guys to hold on, tell yourself that everything is going to be okay, because it will be okay. Even though i did try to kill myself, i now realize that i was wrong, and ending myself would not solve the problem that is just going to be there temporarily. My world was going to fall apart, but i met my best friend, and i know you will too. Just hold on a little longer. <3

I've been against bullying for longer than I can remember. I've been a victim but I can tell you giving up is never the answer, and neither is ignoring it. But standing up for yourself and showing them you don't care what they say will help you. Be happy with what you have I'm sure there's a lot of people that wanna be your friend you just gotta look. (: 

In middle school I was bullied non-stop. I was the new kid in 6th grade, I came from a public school to a small catholic school. Every student in my class had gone to school with one another since preschool. I remember walking out of my dad's car the first day of 6th grade and his last words to me were "just be yourself, you'll do great kiddo"! I took his advice and it was the worst day of my life. I was trying to start conversations with the kids in my class they just ignored me. As the year went on I had no friends, no confidence, and my grades statred dropping dramaticallly. I soon realized that the girls in my class were spreading horrible rumors about me, saying things like i live in an apartment with 5 other families, I didnt shower or brush my hair, and that i was lesbian because I didnt have a boyfriend. At that time I didnt really understand what was going on. I soon realized I walked around the school with a target on my back. No matter what i wore on dress down day, or what kind of head-band was in my hair they always found something to spread around the school about me. I was heart broken and it affected eveyone around me. I satred getting agravated, and annoyed very easily, everytime I walked out of my house I thought someone was talking about me behind my back. By the time 6th grade ended i was a train wreck. When &th grade started the next September, i decided to say under the radar and be the quiet girl. It worked but I was still really unhappy. When 8th grade started I was ready to have a great time, being the oldes kids in the school we could do what ever we wanted, excpect for me! The girls were horrible, worse then in 6th grade, my younger brother was liked in my grade more then I was, i felt like i was living in his shadow. Everyone asked me why i wasnt like my brother he's cool and you're not. What was cool anyway? spending the whole day in the principal's office, failing important tests, or even better going out and getting high or drunk that weekend, that was definatly not what i wanted to do. I just looked at them and walked away. By the time graduation came around I couldn't wait to get out of the "hell hole" i had wasnt 3 years in,but the last timei walked out of those frount double doors, i realized that im a stronger person because of all the rumors and crap that were spread around, I took what i had learned about bullying and spent the whole summer being myself, I even met a boy you liked my for me, amd didnt care about what he heard about me! Bullying is something that hurt me throught the hardest times of my life, I help kids now affected by this problem, and i am stronger today then i ever was before! 

Growing up in a small town, I was subject to bullying massively. Entire childhood had only one friend, experiences went from being lured into an alley and getting jumped with sticks, pipes, and rocks. Nearly everyday, I was getting harassed coming home with bruises, cuts, gashes. 

Overtime, I wouldn't leave my house hardly, I kept to myself, never bothered to talk to people. Then we moved to Texas, Middle School was rough, first week I got jumped and put in a headlock in the hall. 

Started to get into fights consistently, two worst incidents was when I was on 6th grade and got punched hard enough in the face that my nose started bleeding. The second time was when I was slugged across the face so hard that I had a concussion to the point I couldn't stay awake.

After I started fighting back, the bullying stopped, I grazed through High School and graduated. My little brother however was being subject to bullying from Elementary into Middle School. Kids hitting him, kicking him, tripping him, pulling his hair, calling him names. Alot on the bus, we went to the Principal numerous times, the Super Intendent, counselors, and were told everytime they were being kids and they would deal with it. 

This is still ongoing for my lil bro, we've gone so far as to threaten the school with going to the news, we emailed and never got emailed back by the School administration. And over the past two years, I've watched a kid, go from a happy wants to be everybodys friend kind of guy to someone who shelters himself, is depressed and tries to avoid everyone. 

School has yet to do anything. 

About a week ago, a kid that I knew in HS in ROTC, committed suicide on the campus, shot himself because he was being bullied. The counselors were apparently warned of it before hand by another friend, and said that ''They couldn't see such a thing happening and if it did, they would deal with it.'' Minutes later, Solomon Harris [15] shot himself. He died that night, leaving behind his little sister and parents.

This has most definitely frightened me considering my lil bro. Not only have I lost someone I felt was part of a family for being in ROTC, but I feel as if I'm losing the sweetside of my brother. No one seems to want to help.

Andrea Ramos, was only 14 years old. She took her own life because of bullying, amongst some other issues. She goes to school where kids relentlessly do this to each other and teachers turn there cheeks as cries fall upon deaf ears. This is done repeatedly over and over to kids here and within the district that has had 6 teen suicides within last year and two this year yet the district does nothing, sets no implemented consequences or preventing programs. This district only opens it eyes once its committed but as time passes settles in the dust waiting to be re-opened by another death! Please take a stand if you ever see a kid teased, name called, bullied ect. because this little instances build up and leave deep scars :/ May her memory live on and be an awakening to our youth!

I've been bullied for 2 years.  I've been called alot of bad names.  I've been called ugly and fat, stupid and worthless.  I'm a cutter, i have anxiety, eating disorder, suicidal.  I have no idea what to do...  since I met this one girl I thought id be best friends with her, but she's been doing most of the bullying.  always spreading rumours about me, texting me bad names and also saying it to my face.  just about 3 or 4 weeks ago she told me to kill myself.  I was going to listen to her, but I failed..  I've tried suicide 3 times.  i watched my grandmother die right infront of me, she was my last grandparent.  my grandfather (her husband) died 6 months before she did and this was her 3rd time having cancer.  then a month later my sister almost died cause she has had an eating disorder for 3 years and she cuts.  my parents are divorced and can't even be in a room for 2 seconds without screaming at eachother and breaking things.  I need help.  I have such low self esteem I can't even look at myself in the mirror without crying.  it's terrible and I'm ruining myself.  

Ever since kindergarten, I was an outcast. I've never really fit in with anyone. But ever since kindergarten I've been bullied. I have been called names, had food thrown at me, been pushed around, laughed at, and teased. I thought things would be better when I changed schools for first grade. I was wrong. Things only got worse. I had absolutely no friends for the majority of the year. I eventually met one. We were close all the way through sixth grade. I was still bullied all of those years. My family decided it would be a good idea to relocate from Atlanta to Wyoming. I thought that maybe things would finally be better. By this point, I had gotten glasses and "nerd" became one of the names I was called. I went to a small private school in the town we lived in. I had no friends for my entire seventh grade year. We didn't have lockers, we had cubbies. This gave the opportunity for people to steal my belongings. An entire middle school, consisting of around 45 kids, was against me. I was always called ugly and nerdy. I still put up with having food thrown at me at lunchtime. I would go home, act normal, but cry myself to sleep. In the middle of the school year, I was diagnosed with a stomach disease with which I can't digest certain foods, so I end up vomiting when that happens. For a long time, I actually became anorexic because of that and because I got tired of being called fat. I am 5' 3" and I weighed 105 pounds at the time. I got all the way down to 89, and was still called fat. The end of the year finally came, and I switched to public school for 8th and 9th grade. Those weren't a whole lot better. The bullying still continued, but I had around five or six true friends, so I guess you could say things were going better than they were in middle school. During 10th grade we moved back to Atlanta. I, again, thought things would be better. I didn't have many friends for a long time, but eventually I got a few and things were going good. On August 17th, 2012, the first Friday of junior year, I was kidnapped and carjacked while picking up my dad from work. I have been diagnosed with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. A few months ago, I had to be taken out of school for bullying because of panic attacks in the middle of class. School was stressful, and people who knew about it (that I thought were my friends), kept scaring me. They knew what made me panic, and that was used against me. I left school and I now do online school. I am still bullied. I am sent text messages and Facebook messages saying I'm "weak" and "a baby" because I "can't deal with my problems". They call me other names as well, but I'm not going to mention those on here. I plan to do Dual-Enrollment next year so that I don't have to go back to school there. I still have a few remaining loyal friends who support me through everything and are still trying to help me overcome the PTSD. I hope things will get better soon, but right now I can't escape, and I'm just holding on by a thread.