For about a week in 7th grade I sat in front of a boy who would call me a "faggot" and kick my chair. The words hurt more than the action, but I never said anything to anyone and just ignored it. When the week came to an end I was super upset and my teacher had realized how upset I looked. She asked me if anything was wrong and that is when I started to cry, while in class, and told her everything that had happened. She had him apologize to me and made sure that we never sat next to each other after that. Later on that day he came up to me and said that he was sorry for kicking my chair. I told him that him kicking my chair wasn't really that bad at all, it was the word he called me. He then told me that he didn't realize how much one word could hurt someone. Later on in high school he continued to apologize and we actually became friends.

The reason that I share this story is because I know how hard it can be to confront people about something that is happening in school. My situation may not be a "worse case scenario , but people are still hurt by the littlest things you do or say. I encourage everyone that has ever been called any names that they didn't like to confront that person and let them know that words do hurt. Even telling a teacher can help as well. Don't bottle emotions up that you feel towards something, because it will just fill up your "emotions bottle" and when someone sees it and then proceeds to bringing it up you will just burst. Whether that be with tears or with words it will more than likely happen. 

3rd grade

Ever since third grade I have been repeatedly taunted by boys.For many unnecessary reasons.1.They teased me for my height.2.They thought e they were bigger they could bully me.3.y teased me cause my  forehead was big.

4th grade

This is the year where the lying atarted to ease down because my kindergarten bffl came backtoour school she there by my side.

5th grade

This is the year it got bad.Everything was going smooth then around the end of our second quarter a new boy named Kani came in.He always called me and my friend Alexis lesbians for no reason.Eventually I got revenge but that's a different story.

6th grade

This year was the worst.We had a whole bunch of new boys trying to fit in.scared of the fact they could get bullied made them think  if I follow the rest of the boys and bully other people I'll fit in.that's exactly what happened but they didnt realize that is what's going to get them in trouble.

Throughout my time in the NYC public school system being bullied or beig a bully was the accepted norm. For the most part my peers were about the same from grade school up until high school. I remember dealing with bullying on a simple level but I put a end to it by being an aggressor. I began phases of bullying. One point that really made me realize it was wrong was a time I pushed a kids face into the fall in jhs. I've never made a person cry before, let alone became physical. It was a joke/bully move that went wrong. I felt horrible afterwards. Absolutely disgusted with what I had done I reached out to anyone who may have had his number and apologized numerous times. It was at that point I knew that was the last straw and I did not want to be this way. That is the day I took a stand and vowed never to bully again. I became more prone to bullying since I strayed away from the norm but I was happy and content with who I wanted to become and turned my guilt into driving force against bullying. 

I had always felt disgusting. Ever since I was molested at age eight. But once I decided I wanted to be a cheerleader my eighth grade year, a target was put on my back. Suddenly, a huge rumor about me went out. I was accused of "masturbating with a curling iron." I was made fun of everyday. When gym freshman year started, people would  go so far just to yell curling iron at me in the hallways and act like if they got close to me that I would give them my ungodly germs. Things got better. The beginning of my sophomore year I went almost two months without someone yelling at me and calling me curling iron. Just as I was starting to think that it had gone away, it came back. Once again, I was curling iron. Everyone laughed at me in the halls. Some girls would always yell "I'm going to curl my hair tonight!" at me. Then December hit. I was in my schools showchoir. We wall were about to warm up when a girl was making fun of me. I tried to get the attention on the director but I was ignored. I ran off stage crying. I talked to a few girls in my choir and they told me to go and tell our director. I told him and he told me to get cleaned up and then go to usher. When I went back to the one person restroom in my choirs dressing room, two of the girls who were making fun of me where there. I was yelled at for telling on them and cornered. I yelled at them to get at but I just got responses that I wasn't going to do anything. I tried to push my way between them to get to the door, but I was pushed back into a corner. I felt like I had no other chance but to hit. I swung my arm and hit one of the girls twice in the face. I was then escorted out of the school without being able to change out of my choir dress or grab my belonging. I wasn't even given time to assure I had a ride. 

My whole experience started a rather long time ago. I was in Year 2 and I had quite a few friends. I had never had any problems with bullying unless it was messing around with my brothers but none of us ever took it to heart. However, everything chnaged when we moved towns. I went from Hero to Zero. I had originally planned on running away with my friend so I wouldn't have to change schools but I was young and it was just me be a silly 8 year old girl.

As I got older though myn issues increased. It ventured to me self hbarming and cring myself to sleep. People were threatening to kill me, telling me to die already and I began to believe that I wasn't meant to be alive. After all, I was hated by so many people that life just didn't seem right. Every time I logged onto social networking I would have a new list of threats. So one day I decided to look up ways to kill yourself. I attempted drowing myself but I couldn't do it. It was too much of a struggle to me. I attempted to make my dad, whome I don't get along with and don't like, crash the car but I couldn't bering myself to do it. sometihng was holding me back but I didn't know what. It was then in year 8 that two of my aunts passed away. It was a devestating shock for me and I took it as a sign that everyone in my family would soon be leaving me. On the way to my bus stop I put my headphones in and when I went to cross the road I didn't see the car coming. The driver slammed on the breaks and I didn't notice a thing until I heard the car horn telling me to hurry up across the road. It waas then that I realised that my life had come so close to an end but hadn't. Almost like a sentence with a semicolan.

I eventually sorted out my depression issues but I still faced the school yard battle. Wit already being rejected by tow of my friends because they had found somone better I gave up on trying to have a bestfriend. Slowlt overtime i began to feel even worse. This led to me cutting again but only briefly because people began to notice. If there was one thing I hated the most it was pity. Peeople only gave it to me to make themselves feel better. Luckily thoug I did find another friend. We were so close that we were nearly attached to the hip. I had gotten a brighter outlook on life and learnt that maybe I just had to be patient. Besides, good things come to those who wait. Don't they?

Apparently not.Just as my bullying issues had started to die down along came another rude shock. Right before my eyes my best friend was replacing me. I began to third wheel all the time and i got sick of it. I thought that nobody liked me. Honestly though, my only friend had replaced me. I began to cut myself for the third time but this time nobody ever noticed not even my parents. Nobody knows to this day that i did it again. I'm ashamed of what I did but I wouldn't change things. It was my escape and it helped me to feel a pain that only I could cause. I imagined that this was how I made all those people who bullied me feel. I ended up in a rather dark place but in a snese I was alright. I didn't have to worry ab out losing another friend. Honestly I didn't think I could do it but life had othe plans for me.

It was at the end of last year that I found Brittany. She's the most caring pertson I've ever met and she's always sticking up for me. She has showed me what a true friend was and made me belive in myself again. Britt has made me see the brighter side of things and every time I have an issue with someone she helps me sort it out with that person. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't but it's nce to knwot that she wants me happy. Honestly, I never knew what a real friend was. I always thought I did but I didn't. Now, if I said I don't worry about her leaving me I'd be lying. We're all scared of something and mine just happens to be losing people and being forgotten. With my history it's not exactly easy to forgive and forget anymore.

As if things couldn't of gotten any better they did. This year I made another friend. He's younger than me but I couldn't care less. He's got a heart just as big as Britt's and he treats me just the same as Britt does. Without them I'd be lost, I truly would. They've shown me not to loose faith and h=that life is worth living as long as you choose to live it right. My younger guy friend, Billy, has made me realise that somehwere out there is the guy for me and he cinstantly reminds me how beautifula nd special I am. Even though Britt does the same thing it's different coming from a boy. All in all thoug, he my friends and nthing more but it's nice to know he cares so much. It's nice to knwo they BOTH care so much.

I guess my advice would be to never give up. No matter how bad things may seem there is always light at the end of the tunnel. Besides, how are you supposed to continue the book that is your life if you keep re-reading the same chapter. Although my bullying still hasn't stopped to this day and it's been 7 years it's ok. I've got what I need and even if what people are saying to me does upset me I know that in the end I have two amazing friends ready to catch me if I fall adn if you open yourself up then I guaruntee you'll find the same thing. xo

I had always been excited for school when I was little,but it turned out to be a growing nightmare. From the kindergarten kid who just wanted to be coolest to the preps, they bullied me. I am currently in 7th grade (almost 8th) and age 13 when I moved from Shafer Middle School. I never knew what went wrong because I'm always bullied for being "strange, too smart, not girly enough" at that school. It was only verbal bullying, but it hurt so much to be pointed out that I'm different. I never let them see me weak, so I walked away and be mad at EVERYONE. No teacher knew of the outgoing war between victim and bully. I continued on like this for two years with my friends. I never once considered suicide or abuse to myself because I felt like I should be by my friends' sides. My friends were also bullied since we were the strange group in our class, but we stuck together like glue and showed we're not afraid to be who we are. At Macon Middle School though, the terror still lives. I feel alone again without my understanding friends. I feel sad whenever my friends witness the bullying right in front of their eyes. I start to wonder, are they even friends?

I'm 25 years with learning disabilities. I graduated high school 2006. Through  middle school and high school  I was bullied. Kids in middle school would call me a retard. This guy name perry would drive by everyday when I was walking home from school would drive by and call me a faggot. One time I got pushed in ditch. Until my my friend on crutches came and help me out. The principle of the middle school did nothing about me getting bullied. The only person who did anything was this resource officer who suspended this guy who called  me a retard. In high school I thought kids would be more  mature. Nobody in the school did nothing about it except me my teacher Mr.Brown. Now I'm older and try to forget the past because I have a good heart. Most of those people that bullied me are in jail.

In grade school and middle school I was bullied. I got called every name in the book, ugly, fat, worthless, nasty, they even told me my parents would never love me. I used to come home and cry every day after school. No one knew what to do, not the teachers, not the parents, not even me. But I kept my head high and told myself that there was so much life ahead of me. I was right, because now I'm 18 about to graduate highschool and go to the college of my dreams. What those kids said to me, it doesn't mean anything right now. I stand up for other kids because I know what their struggle is like, I'm a better person because of everything I went through. Life gets so much better, don't let the bullying define you. <3 

I Graduated from High School in 2009, now I'm 19. But all the years at school were bad in that sense (Bullies). Always my best friends were Girls, and the boys teased me saying that I Was Gay and other horrible things just because i never liked being with them, only with the girls. The boys always were talking about football, videogames, bad and discourteous things about girls, etc. Being with my female friends was Amazing, and it was always like this, all the years, my best friends were Leidy, Nury, Angie, Sindy. So Many Days i was walking at school and the boys was yelling to me bad things, they hit me up in my head, and many times my friends stood up for me. Being a Good student was a trouble, i stood out in many subjects and they hated it. One of my talents has been Dancing, and i liked to dance on talent shows at school, obviously one more time this was a topic to tease me, but i continued being myself, it was normal that i went to home crying everyday, specially at primary school, but mum was worried about it, she talked to teachers and principals but never was some solution. I Was terrified about go in the bathroom, thinking that they'd beat me up, the bathroom without people was like a blessing for me. After graduation i went to college but thanks God i didn't live the bullying. But my little sister has been victim in some ways, because she has been smart and a good girl, even victim from some teachers, my mum and i went to school over and over searching for and answer, one time my sister's english teacher almost was fired, because she didn't like that my sister was correcting some words. Now my sister is 14 years and she's in 9th grade, still being a good girl and so smart, she's so brave even more than me, and now she isn't getting bullied. If someone's getting bullied now, must know that must be brave and speak up because there are many people that concern about this and i like to share my history because all of us are sons & daughters of God, and He Loves us, and He's the only one that can makes us free. Just Trust Him, and trust your family, always will be someone that loves you.

i have been bullied everyday of my life and i still get bullied today for my style and my sexuality one day i was walking home and i got jumped they beat me up and left me in the middle of the ground covered in my own blood just because of the way i dress in primary school i got beaten up everyday i tried so many time to commit suicide they only feeling i ever knew was the darkness and despair of my worthless life i do my best to help people with there problems most people think i was attention seeking but i didnt want to live anymore now my little brother is getting bullied he is the only one that can talk to me we both have had to see many counselors if only someone could of told us that it gets better i would of stayed strong - Daniel Green