My bullying started the time around middle school. I went to a very large public school, where you were a number, not a person. You were not known unless you were popular. And to be popular you had to look, play, and dress the part. You ate at the popular table, you sat with the popular kids, went to dances, parties, ect. And if you weren't a popular, you were an outcast. A freak. A nobody. In the beginning of 7th grade I spent my lunches eating in the bathroom, because I had no one to sit wit. If you sat by yourself, you got made fun of. Laughed at. Pointed at. Started at. Like you were some alien species. So I hid, in the bathroom and ate my lunch alone. I was quiet in the classroom, never really participating. when we had group projects, I was picked last while everyone else got with their friends. My story of bullying isn't as bad as others or as extreme. In 8th grade, I was diagnosed with Chiari Malformation type 1. I was diagnosed in November. I was taken out of school and had a tutor come to the house because I couldn't go back to school before my brain surgery in February. Rumors were sent around that I was pregnant, that, that's why I wasn't there. Nobody cared besides my family. When I finally went back to school at the end of April, I got teased, laughed at, and started at because my head was shaved from my surgery. Everyone started as I walked through the hallways. I was the freak. And it was okay for everyone to laugh at me. I'm 19 years old now. And you know what, does anyone really know what being "popular" means? Yeah you have a lot of friends, you go to all the dances and games and ect. But to me, "popular" is just a word. At the end of the day, we are all human. What defines us is not what we wear, who we sit with, what we look like. But still, people do. And it shouldn't be like that. I don't like labels or definitions or whatever. So you're a "popular" so what? who cares? Do you think it's cool to shove that kid into a locker just because you felt like it? Or constantly call that girl fat because she doesn't look like you? Who gave you all this power to stand there and bully others? No one. You have NO power. The ones who stand up for what's right and speak up against bullying, THEY have the power. The voice. and together we make up an army that is unstoppable. No words, no shoves, no bullying can tear down the wall we have of people standing up against bullying. Together we make the difference. To everyone out there, always remember YOU ARE NOT ALONE. I love you. I think you're somebody. I think you're beautiful. I stand with you. Sending my love and hugs to everyone around the world xoxoxoxoxo

Ever thing started just after I began figure skating in grade 4. Kids would call me a girl and that figure skating was a girls sport. I though that eventually that things would go away, little did I know I was wrong. As I started my middle school years I began to start dating girls and go through puberty. I broke up with her after I felt like i wasn't ready for dating. Things started to go bad from there, kids would call me gay they would tease me saying that I liked boys and that no girl would ever date me. Since things at my middle school were getting so bad I switched schools in grade 9. High school got worse I was still made fun of people called me gay they spread rumors about me, they sent Facebook messages to me telling me i was no good and that people always talked about me and hated me. Things got so bad that I tried to kill myself several times, but I knew that I was better than that and that I was just letting these people win. Eventually I went to therapy for my problems and let my parents know what was going on and I finished High School in 2012. Im now in University and I have never experienced the torture that I experienced in High School. But for all those kids who are still in either Middle School or HighSchool just hold on and remember that things get better, they really do and never consider suicide its not worth it. And for the people who are bulllying you, DONT LET THEM WIN! 

Jared Jardine Miramichi, NB 

It started in 3rd grade when these girls pointed at me and one used to always call me tree and skyscraper. I use to go to the bathroom when no one was in there and cry then walk out like nothing happen. Worst than that is i had dreads. people use to pull them and just mess with me. I'm going to skip up to 5th grade, this year was not as bad but a little worse. This boy and I were so called dating and he was shorter than me. So people use to always laugh and stare at me when I stood by him. People started to ease up on my hair but use to still laugh when i had it curled. they called them worms, snakes and ugly. But they still use to call me  freak,giraffe,skyscraper,pole,tree and tall. Now I'm in 6th grade and its a little different since I'm in middle school now. I use to think I was extremely over my normal height for my age and I found out I've always been tall for my age. I use to try to get rid of my dreads now I'm going to keep them for as long as i can. Since i go to a different school now i don't  know everyone so they pick on my hair and call it weave,pull it, try to take them out etc. But now I'm EXTREMELY insecure about my height I use to search up ways to get shorter, curl my legs when I sleep, sit down when I'm near a person I like. But sometimes you gotta work with what you got. Now I am 5'7 at 12 years old and still have my dreads. And absolutely love them but I still want to get shorter so I can be normal like the rest of the people in 6th grade.

I became a victim of bullying in the 5th. grade.  I've often thought I could write a book about my experiences with this issue.  Lord knows I would have enough to write about.  School kids never liked me because I had teeth like Bugs Bunny and I wasn't able to wear the best clothes.  I came from a broken home, my father was an alcoholic and an abuser and unfortunately my Mom, Brothers and Sisters usually got beaten and abused nightly.  My Mom (God Rest her soul) had 9 kids to take care of (Including me) so she couldn't work.  My father only worked so he could drink and rarely did he work.  So needless to say we were very poor.  I was always a sick young girl for a very long time and my father refused for me to have braces.  I remember when I was 11 years old my period started as when I was in one of my classes and everybody was laughing at me and I ran home (A block from the school) crying my eyes out.  It was that same year I got Epilepsy and my chest started developing rather quickly... *Sigh*  I remember one day by the locker area a male student had this long rubber band, held it back real tight with his finger and let it go and it hit my face.  Fortunately a fellow teacher saw what happened and had him suspended.  Then their was the time a student put gum in my hair and I had to get my long hair cut off just to get it out.  Even though I tried my hardest to fit in nothing seemed to work.  I was once threatened by a female student not to come to school one day or i'd get my butt kicked and the next day I stayed home.  I was constantly pushed by other kids and as my chest got larger.  Male students would often come after me for a "Free Feel" and the female students seemed jealous of me because of it and often harassed me because of it and it wasn't even my fault.  I once tried out for the cheerleading squad and nobody would be my partner and I auditioned by myself and one of the teachers told me I made it.  I was so thrilled especially when she told me I was very brave for what I did.  But sadly enough my father wouldn't pay the $10.00 then for me to be a cheerleader.  My heart was broken.  I remember a time I thought I could be popular for once and I wore a new dress, shoes and pantyhose (girls would tease me for not having any) to school and I felt so great but the girls there picked on me for that too and said:  "Oh, Linas finally got her poor Mom to buy her some pantyhose."  It didn't stop at home either... I once walked down to the nearby 7-Eleven for a soda and neighborhood bullies chased me all the way to my house because I verbally defended my self when they made a hurtful remark to me and because I ran home crying my father criticized me for not fighting back.  My life seemed like a living hell with the abuse at school and then the abuse at home.  I began to wonder what was their to live for.  But when I graduated from elementary school I felt some relief because I thought those horrible kids would be going to a different high school then me.  Boy was I wrong!  They went to the same high school as me!  But then too I had to face a whole new bunch of bullies as well and I did.  In P.E. it was the same... never getting picked for teams.  Kids were only nice to me for lunch money until I started saying no and still I felt like an outcast due to my not being able to have "Stylish Clothes" as the kids wouldn't let me forget it.  I was constantly being "Felt Up" by boys in school and on the bus.  It got so bad my Mom had to got to the school and demand that someone (Teacher, Principal etc...) escort me to the bus so I wouldn't miss it and to have a talk with the bus drivers.  To make sure I got to sit up front so that I couldn't be harassed by school mates.  I rarely had any friends in any of the schools I went to and if I did it was rare and never long enough to sustain a relationship.  It seems sad to think that some school teachers were my only good friends and the only ones who saw my full potential and how to develop it.  I was never so glad to get out of high school even though I never graduated.  I got a real bad flu in the second week of the last semester of school.  The principal called my Mom and told her that we had to come in for a meeting.  The principal and counselor both told us that I had to come back to school or else I wouldn't graduate (I missed to 2 weeks).  I told him I couldn't because I was so sick he got angry and gave me his opinion and because I wasn't feeling well.  I got mad and gave him a few choice words of my own and told him I would never come back to this lousy school.  Needless to say I didn't graduate and I never got to go to the prom either and I do regret that but don't regret my actions toward the principal and counselor.  Because I went back to night school and I got my H.S. Diploma in 1998.  When I started to work I thought my days of being bullied were over.  Because I was entering a new world with adults who I thought were intelligent enough not to do such a horrible thing like I had experienced.  But yet again... I was wrong and it was just as bad.  I was a hard working individual who prided my self in honesty and giving a 100 % and because I wasn't goofing off enough or wanting to chat most of the time.  It seems to make other co-workers think their was something wrong with me and they never let me forget it.  In fact I found out through an honest co-worker that everyone thought I was a "B*tch" because I was being anti social.  They were so wrong!  Because I was one of the nicest people there.  But my father drove it into my mind.  "That a job worth doing... is a job worth doing well" and so I took that to heart and I always made sure I wasn't slacking off and I was busy doing my work.  Which created a lot of hostility.  Especially when I would question a co-worker or boss when I thought something wasn't right.  I have worked a lot of jobs and have also quit a lot of jobs without notice because of these problems.  Which I do feel stem from the Bullying I received in school.  I eventually had to retire from working and became disabled due to my Emotional Issues and A Massive Frontal Lobe Brain Tumor Surgery I had in 2003.  First off I would like to say... I have and never will be angry and bitter because I came from poor parents.  Because I know it wasn't my Mom's fault she did the best with what she was dealt with and I admire her for her strength and ability to love us all and see that we never went without.  You know... I thought after the many years of getting professional help.  That I would be a lot better then I was and hold no resentment for those who were so cruel to me in the past.  Amazingly enough I was able to forgive my father for what he had done to me and my family.  But yet I still can't forgive those who made my life experiences "The Worst Years of My Life."  I would like to be able to forgive them.  But I just can't!  Maybe it's because to this day I am not married or have anyone in my life to love which needless to say I never learned to know what it's like to be happy and to socialize and make friends and maybe too it's because I see that it's still happening to kids everywhere and for no good reason whatsoever.  It just makes my blood boil!  Because this is so senseless and it shouldn't be happening!  I wish I could do something to help these young people going through this problem.  But what can I do?  I have no money I can give and I don't drive.  So how can I help?  Theirs no easy answers it seems.  But I still want to help!  Anyway in closing I would like to Thank You for letting me vent about my experiences I really Appreciate It.  My Heart and Prayers go out to all the young people who are experiencing this senseless kind of Hate.  I can only Hope and Pray that someday this world and it's people will finally learn to Love on another and Accept those who are different.  For it's our differences that makes us Unique.  Thanks again ~ Miss. Linas Butcher

I was in 5th grade, so this was 7 years ago, I was at recess with my class. My friend bre and I were playing around acting like we were mad at each other other, well her friends didn't know we were just playing. Next thing I know this short girl jumps on my back and starts pulling my hair while this other girl is punching me in the arm and stomach. I am yelling at them to stop. They finally backed up when the teacher looks over, she doesnt nothing to make them leave me alone. Then this random girl comes up to me trying to fight, I don't like violence, she didn't stop coming towards me telling me to hit her, so I do. She ran away. Next thing my teacher is running to me telling me I'm in trouble...I got in trouble for standing up and not getting beat up. I will never forget this and I have always been against bullying and this movie has just made bullying even more real to me. It had been put on my heart to get this movie in to every school I can. I am starting by getting my psych teacher to let us watch it and I hope and pray it grows from there. People need to know that bullying happens, you just might not be around to see it.

at clearfield area high school  in pennsylvania  that i go to i feel unsafe because the teens that pick on me dont want me there they call me names and laugh at me they gang up on me and they just hate me but i dont  know why

My story begins In a gym with a group of kids and a substitute teacher.

My friend and i were walking heading to our gym. We go inside to find the entire class grouped up. Each had a dodge-ball in their hand, we took 1 step in and the yelled dodge-ball!!! And everybody started pegging us with  balls as hard as they could with no regrets of if they hurt us or not. So i yelled to my friend to run. as we were running the kids came chasing us and tackled us to the ground. One of the kids saw a trash can and yelled "Dump em in there" So they picked us up with us unable to fight back threw us in the trash can and locked it. We were in there for one hour before the principal showed up and let us go.

I hope my story of myself getting bullied will help to show others that they don't have it bad as other kids out their. 

Think you for reading my story,

                                                Ashton Russell

When I was in elementary school, around 3rd grade, is when all this random bullying started. These girls, their names forever imprinted on my brain, couldn't get past our differences. I suppose in elementary school, life is simpler, sometimes for the better, for me, though, it was for the worse. I was one of 3 white girls in my class. Being white wasn't cool. I was brilliant in Math, taking higher classes and getting into phenomenal programs. Being smart wasn't cool. I was a tomb-boy, friends with all the boys. Being a tomb-boy wasn't cool. From the time I entered that year of school, until I graduated, it was relentless. They'd call me "gringa" and other words that weren't meant to be taken kindly. They'd take my food and snacks, spread rumors about me that weren't true. I could handle it. It was no biggy. People will be immature, it's elementary school. Then my world came crashing down. I'd always expected it, but it was the final straw, I'd had all I could take. My parents got divorced when I was 8. These girls tormented me because I would only have one parent now and they all had both theirs. My grades dropped, my work ethic changed to non-existant, and I was too sad to care. I never told my Mom, until one day, a boy who had a crush on one of my tormentors attempted to "jump" me. He jumped on my back and pulled my hair. Under his weight, I collapsed, twisting my ankle and bruising my cheek. That was when it ended. The bullying ended because finally they'd gone to far. My only friends, the guys, stood up for me. Carried me to the nurse and just about tore up the guy. I'm thankful to them everyday because they made me stronger. Now I want to help someone else be stronger. And that's my story.

I was bullied from 4th to 6th grade, I never got hit. Mostly peoples favorite thing to do was call me names. They made fun if me a lot to.. I could never seem to find the courage to tell net parents. I thought it was easier on my own. I found myself coming home everyday hiding in my room crying. My parents never suspected me being bullied. They thought my life was perfectly fine.. People at my school HATED me. I had started cutting, I just wanted to die. I hated myself. I had finally told my mom. & she talked to the school. They said they couldn't do anything to help?! They said maybe they're shuts messing around. I got text after school saying how much they hated me & they called me names. They wanted me gone.. I will never be the same. Even though I'm 8 hours away from them now, I find myself still in my room hiding & looking back at it & crying.. I can't take back those 2 years of my life. No one can help that they're different, they can't help being hated! It's hard, hard going to school & having people look at you like why are you even here? It's sad being someone that people don't want you. It's hard going through that all on your own.. & when the school says they can't do anything about it.. That just chocked me! 

I have been bullied since 2nd grade. I had a heart disease in 2nd grade, and people thought I was contagious. In 7th grade, i was neglected and made fun of because people thought I was weird. I developed depression and wanted to kill myself. Luckily I haven't felt that way for a while, but I definitely know how it feels to be at the bottom of everything, feeling like you have nothing left.