I wasn't always the bullied one, and I'm beyond ashamed to say that I used to be the bully. I was blind, stupid, insensitive really, and the thing was I also wasn't you're stereotypical bully. Whenever someone says the word bully, people tend to imagine a cold faced kid that hates and obviously abuses others, but what most people don't realize is that's not always the case. Bullies come in all shapes and sizes. In Any gender or age. There are no limits to bullies, and there are also no limits to bullying.You see I was very young, but I'm sad to say that bullying can start from the moment your pre-k child steps into school. Now that may be hard to believe for some people, but if you're still in school, you probably know what I'm talking about. So you see, when I was in around 5th grade I moved to a new elementary school, there I got a lot of attention for some reason and I let it all go to my head, I treated people as if they were lower than me. And although I was only like 10 years old I know see that my actions were the typical actions of a popular kid. The same actions that I see the "popular kids" use now that I'm 15 and in High School. These type of kids (now not all popular kids are like this) but there's kids like the one I used to be that seem to do a little bit of a mind game with you. On one instance they're extremely kind and to you and they make you feel welcome, wanted, and important. But then the next instance, they're the complete opposite! They're rude, and they make you feel like you're not worth to even be around them. And then before you know it they're super nice again! This leaves the victims feeling like they did something right, like they need to earn their love again and keep it because they fear that this oh so important person is going to return to being mean to them. It messes with their brains and with their self esteem. But I just want you all to know,whether you're a victim or the aggressor whoever you are, don't you ever let anyone walk all over you like this! Ever, if someone whether they be your boyfriend/girlfriend, family member, friend, acquaintance, church friend, teacher, if any being is making you fight to prove your worth, forget them. Listen, say it out loud ,read it again!!! Memorize this: If someone is making you prove your worth and/or question your worth then forget them. You are better off with out them! THEY WILL NEVER SEE YOUR WORTH because they will always remember you and how you fought to win their acceptance, and that will make them see you as a minority and they will see you as below them. If you truly want to show people how much you're truly worth, remind yourself first. You are someone's child (if you're religious, please remember that you are a child of God! that itself is enough, because you are His) You are a human being on this earth so love yourself respect yourself and move on . don't let them treat you like that and that will change their perspective of you, I guarantee it. Go and find some real friends that take you for who you are and allow you to feel comfortable and happy in your own skin. Because you'll come to realize, you don't want friends like them anyways. Because people like them, are Bullies. If anything I would know right? That is until 5th grade year ended, and I moved on to infamous Middle School. It was going quite well until the day came for me to move a cross the city, to a new school, in the middle of the year when everyone already knew each other. That's when a different point of view was introduced to me. I was intimidated, I didn't know anybody and nobody wanted to know me. I was the new girl without a sense of style and a pimple covered face. The area to which I moved in was still new and small, so therefore the school was also new and small. And although it still had its cliques, everyone knew who everyone was. And even then it was hard for me to be accepted. I was completely and utterly ALONE i asked permission to sit with the same group of "friends" every day just so that I wouldn't sit alone,but it all came to be just as bad because I was so afraid to show even a hint of my personality, I was so afraid of being judged that I couldn't speak, I couldn't add to the conversation. that group of people eventually grew tired of me , and began "hiding" From me and avoiding me every day at lunch. They would put their heads down so that I couldn't talk to them. I'd be walking and boys and girls would push me unto the walls of the school and I'd come home bleeding. At age 12 thanks to bullying, I became an anxiety ridden depressed and suicidal pre teen. My grades dropped almost as low as my self esteem . and my parents had no idea, when they heard me?crying they just thought it wasn't that bad. When I begged them to go to a different school they refused. It all started to look up when I eventually unintentionally broke down in front of my meanest teacher when she was yelling at me for one of my assignments, I told her everything that was going on with me, and now I love that woman dearly , she sat me and kept me close to a girl that to this day I am still friends with. After that things slowly (very slowly started to look up) especially when I became friends with a rather sassy girl that taught me to defend myself.she taught me to respect myself and love myself.And I taught her to respect others and love others. In 7th grade she became my neighbor and we've been best friends ever since. Make friends with someone who uplift you, don't be afraid to remove your friendships with people who don't. Now I'm 15 and I'm going into the 10th grade, and let me tell you, I'm still being bullied. And you know what's even more unbelievable? is the fact that my bully is from my very own church! She pretends to love me in front of people but as soon as they look away she tries to make me feel like trash. And why?? Because she's jealous, she feels threatened by my presence. Please remember that bullied bully for a reason,and it's always leads to the fact that they're insecure. Don't let their insecurities affect you. Remember your worth and stand up for yourself. NOW IF YOURE GOING TO READ ANYTHING FROM MY LONG ESSAY HAHA READ THIS: recently I have discovered "The Key" to survival in school or wherever you may be. Listen closely and do it and you will see that it's true. People think that the only way to survive is if you're popular,but that is SOOO WRONG! There is a way to be above them, and that's by being genuine and you! ·BE CONFIDENT: Confidence is everything, when you're confident people can see it in you. They can see it by the way you walk (straight posture) by keeping your head high and smiling and looking at people in the eye. By a loud and clear voice. And you're probably thinking but I'm not confident. Well, neither am I, but when I do the above and I act like it, people recognize it and phew you should just SEE how different people treat you. Fake the confidence and someday it will turn into a genuine one. ·COMPLIMENT AND BE COURTEOUS: people love to feel important and noticed so DO NOT be afraid to compliment someone's hair or shoes, and don't forget to show a friendly smile to strangers!!!!! People rarely smile and compliment complete strangers so when you do it they remember you as that really nice person trust me. AND NO THEY WILL NOT THINK YOURE CREEPY that's just a weird fear we all have! So go ahead compliment and be COURTEOUS! Open the door for people help people love people and they will love u back! ·STAY HUMBLE: when you get complimented remember to say thank you and to mean it, show them that it means a lot stay humble! ·JOIN CLUBS/SPORTS/HANG OUT: if you're athletic join a sport! you make a family and it's always good to see them around school. Even if you're not athletic, a sport like Cross Country is a race against yourself and you can only get better! (I'm in that sport) If you really don't like sports though, join a club of whatever you're interested, culinary, culture, dance, ANYTHING don't be afraid to meet new people, follow the advice above and you'll be fine! If you're in a work place and don't have these options just hang out with your co workers exchange numbers go on lunch dates together find people that share the same interests and go do something together! If you're in school, you can do all of the above! ·REMEMBER TO LAUGH: Llaugh laugh laugh and smile happiness is important because people are instantly attracted to happy people plus it's healthy to be happy! ·LOVE: love others although you will find those that you will want to hate but try to give Everyone a Chance! That's all I can think of for now, so before I close this, I just want you all to know that all the advice I give, I learned from personal experience. I hope you can find the strength to follow it and I wish you all the best!

1. tell a teacher/parent/or a family member
2. stand up for your self
3. do not fight nor fight back
4. help others in a bulling time
5. talk to a gudience conceler
6. if you can try to be-friend the bully

ignore bullys-destiny i hope this helped you xoxox you are unique thats what makes you beauteaful

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I am a 49 year old man with a recent health journey (see my story at:  move-15.com ). I became a personal trainer that for life journeys to change lifestyles. Through that journey I have gained young student clients ranging from 11 yrs. to 17 yrs. old. All of my student clients are victims of bullying!

I was small for my age through 7th grade and was bullied mercilessly! In 8th grade I grew 8 inches in 4 months. I went from one of the smaller kids to one of the biggest. Unfortunately I went from being bullied to being a bully. I have seen both sides and understand to a small degree why bullies bully! Thankfully my bullying was short as I was confronted after about 18 months and changed my path. I have developed a new passion for Empowering our youth with coping mechanisms for bullying and strategies to reduce and eliminate it entirely!!

Please let me know if I can help!

Marcus McCleery - aka Marcus Move (FB)

My name is Ariel and I am a 23 years old female.  I have been bullied my entire life.  I have had only a handful of friends, but I was hurt so much that it's so hard for me to trust people enough to make friends.  It started when I went to Elementary School.  

I am going to admit that I was an odd child.  I read an entire set of encyclopedias, from A to XYZ, because I had finished reading everything in the classroom's library.  I made very few friends.  I used to pick up and collect bugs to catalog their lengths and habits in a journal in elementary school.  Yeah, I was a weird kid.

I remember the event that made me a definite target.  In first grade, I remember the children had knocked a hard of hearing classmate to the ground and were kicking him over and over again.  I told them to stop and that if they kept doing it, I was going to get a yard duty (an adult that supervised the playground).  They left the kid alone for that day, but came back with a vengeance.  Eventually, that kid moved to a different school.  I stayed.

In second grade, my teacher inadvertently partnered me with my bullies in a group project.  I remember that they pushed me and told me to sit by myself in the corner.  The teacher gave me an N on my report card despite how many times I told him that my group told me to sit alone or they would beat me up.  He didn’t believe me.  The N on my report card caused me to go to the troubled children class the next year—which was probably the last place I should have been.

The teacher was kind, but many of the children were either slower in learning or unnecessarily cruel.  I remember when the children surrounded me on the playground and threw basketballs as hard as they could at me.  I remember when they pinned me down and stuffed earthworms in my clothes.  I remember when they would force me into the bathroom and keep me from escaping the stall, laughing while I struggled and cried for help. 

Once, I brought my pet caterpillar to show and tell because he had made a cocoon and would soon emerge as a moth.  My bullies took him from me after show and tell in recess and ripped his cocoon open and tore it up and threw him in my face. 

They called me names all the time. They blamed me for 9/11 when it happened.  They called me terrorist.  They called me ugly and stupid.

When I would tell anybody, the adults would do nothing.  Nobody believed me.  They said that nobody is that cruel and that I must be making it up.  My mother told me that if I wanted to stop being bullied, I should stop being so ugly and weird.  Then I’d have friends.  I would pretend to be sick so that I wouldn’t have to go to school.  I remember hiding a black eye from my mom because I was afraid of what she might say.

When my mother and father divorced and my daddy flew across the country to our new home, I thought it would be a new start.  I was wrong.  I was incredibly depressed after the divorce and had never really felt happy for so long.  I guess that was why I was still targeted.

In middle school, the girls who I thought were my friends hurt me greatly.  I invited my friends over for my birthday.  They said they would come and then nobody did.  I never got invited to anybody’s parties and I never got invited to anybody’s sleepovers.  I remember feeling like I must have done something wrong.  That it must be true:  That I was stupid, and ugly. 

I was even bullied by my peers in church.  I remember that they were having an event where you spend the night in the cabin.  I was so excited because I thought that they were nice girls.  I was the first one there and set up my things in the largest room with the bunkbeds for the girls.  Instead of joining me, they all squeezed into a room with one bunkbed in case there was an extra girl.  The chaperone said that I would have to move in the room with them.  I picked up my sleeping bag and when I went in, their eyes were full of hate.  They went from noisy in conversation to hushed and scooted away from me so they wouldn’t be too close to me.  They refused to allow me to play with them.  And I went to sit by myself and cry in the corner.  Eventually, a chaperone found me and asked what was wrong.  I wouldn’t say, but she guessed that I was lonely.  I asked to call my granny and pick me up.  She was angry when she picked me up and said that she wished I at least stayed the night and that I didn’t try it long enough to know if I’d like it or not. 

In church camp, I got a bully.  She was actually my bully from high school.  And she kicked my shins and I remember coming home with bruises all over my legs.

In high school, they started rumors that I must have been a lesbian because I had no boyfriend.  By that time, I had zero trust in people.  I was constantly being reminded that I was an inadequate human being.  Because nobody ever did anything when I told them, I told nobody.  I was afraid that they would blame me again.  That they would say that I should just stop being weird and ugly.  I grew very afraid of people at that time.

I moved high schools to another one and I still had no friends. My class liaison dumped me halfway through the school day to hang out with her friends when she realized I wasn’t preppy. By high school, I had zero confidence in myself.  I wore baggy clothes because I wasn’t confident in my beauty.  I always curled in on myself and walked with my head bowed and I remember feeling my heart always racing when I was walking through the halls.  I was afraid that someone was going to hurt me.

When I went to college, I was afraid it was going to be more of the same.  I stuttered when I talked because I was afraid I’d say something that would make them hate me.  I remember not leaving my dorm room very much for the first two years.  I remember being so scared that sometimes I wouldn’t leave to eat lunch or supper. 

I got bullied at my job, too, but college was definitely better times for me.  Even though I was getting bullied, I was also making friends.  And people just as weird and smart and silly as me were celebrated here.  I was getting a reputation that I gave very kick-ass presentations.  For some reason, when I was giving presentations, I knew I would give a kick-ass one and it was like I could shed that scared little girl and be this knowledgeable woman with 100% confidence.

I made a good friend in my roommate. I remember the girls saying that they wished they had my hair.  And asking me what product or tool I used to get it the way it was (that’s how it is all the time!).  I remember coming home, with more confidence than I ever had in my life.  Soon, I had many boys trying to vie for my attention!

One of them took advantage of me.  It was like everything shattered again.  I felt broken and hurt and alone.  Only the people who really loved me noticed this difference.  My brother was the first person I told.  He brought his best friend into it.  I didn’t know why at the time, but it was because his best friend had a huge crush on me.  They both said that it wasn’t my fault.  And he and his best friend helped me through it.  Nobody else said it wasn’t my fault.  There was always a little bit of blaming me when they thought of me being taken advantage of.  It was because I was too beautiful, apparently.  I didn’t believe it.  I believed it was because I was weak.  And naïve.  And stupid.  It brought back a lot of bad memories I was trying to forget.

My brother’s best friend took that as a reason to finally ask me out.  It was a hard relationship, especially in the beginning, because I was so wary to trust his touch, his words, and his love.  But he was patient with me.  And eventually, I opened up to him.  I gave him story after story of how I was bullied and of how often I thought of myself as trash and undeserving of him because he is too handsome.  I didn’t finish and he asked me to stop, that he hated to hear how many people had hurt me.  He said that he was going to call me beautiful every day until I believed it.  That he was going to make sure nobody would ever hurt me again.  That I wasn’t going to feel like a piece of dirt again in my life.  I cried so much.  I’m crying right now remembering him saying that.

So, every day, he told me how beautiful I was and how much I was worth to him.  He said I was the most important person in his life because I was his future and we were going to get married.  And soon, I believed him.  And soon, I hugged him and kissed him.  And soon, I trusted him so much that I knew he and I were going to be together forever.

It took a long time, but I grew confident again.  And I became like a beam of bright sunshine.  People tell me that they wish they were as happy and friendly as I am.  I give people compliments, as much as I can, because so many times, people don’t hear compliments enough.

My name is Dustin and I'm the ripe young age of 21. I, like so many others, am on the long road to recovery after a long exposure to bullying. And like JFK once said, I take the hard path because the easy one should never be an option. My story essentially starts in my fourth grade year, where I made three of the greatest friends I have ever had. We were nerdy together, loved Star Wars and dragonball z. We played together at recess and I enjoyed every moment of it. Until the end of that year one of the guys moved away. In fifth grade, one guy, for privacy named T, found new friends, all who hated me for whatever reason. As a way to fit in, he pretended to hate me too, but as time passed, he started to believe it. 

After my other friend moved away, T and I grew further apart. I had other bully problems, kids laughing at me and teachers picking on me, but everything became to a head when T turned on a friend of his and chocked him. It was then he truly hated me and I stopped trying to find my friend in him. Then, at the end of that year, our grade went on a trip to a community center as a way of saying good luck in middle school. I went to the pool when I was able, and seeing as I wasn't the best swimmer, I stuck to the shallow end just floating and relaxing. With my eyes closed, I felt splashes on my face. I looked and saw T and his friends laughing. I turned away and began to ignore it, as i was always told to do. But when the second splash came, I turned and was then held under for what seemed like an eternity. I don't why I was let up, I don't remember much else about that day save coming home and telling my mom, asking her to do something. My bully problem had come up over the years and she always said she would do something if I asked but I never did for fear of retaliation. But now I asked, and the one time I needed that help, she told me they were just fooling around. 

After that, I kept everything to myself. I kept feelings hidden, my voice down and stayed out of the way. I was even accused of being that kid who would grow up to be a serial killer just for being the quiet one. I even had a breakdown in eighth grade when everything came up and back again. 

Now, I suffer from moderate to severe depression and am on meds for it. For those who don't understand what that means, it means I am sick with a thought that tells me I'm not good enough and I should have died ten years ago and this thought and behavior inhibit me and my relationships. But there is hope as I do not inflict harm upon myself nor others, as I call myself a humanist, someone who still believes in doing good for the sake of doing good. It is a hard road to recovery from ten years of pain, even harder when motivation is lacking most of the time. But others have done it and I can too. And above all, so can you. 

Bullying can have a life long impact on victims. For some the impact entails lost time and loved ones but resolving after many trials and not a few sessions of therapy. But for some, life long ends at too young an age. Many times these people are just like those who torment them with similar interests or hidden likes, they could have been friends in another life. But nobody really sees what can happen, what has happened far too many times as too many kids have taken an easy way from the pain. But we can be that voice that says one was too many, and we will help guide our children to a better life, one where all are equal and treated as a friend.

Hey y’all my name is jill and the bullying started at very young age about 8 years old and I was new student to go deaf school and all girls was nice at first and boys was nice then week a later they would called me retarded and fat and told me I’m very happy you should died stuff like that by at time when I was gotten older like I was 12 between 13 and I was cyber bullying and viticm and they would look at me and talk bad about me and at school where I would cut myself and they brought me to the hospital and they started to spread the rumors like "omfg jill kill herself and cutter and emo, at time they are bullying me because I’m different because I have disability and cerebral palsy and the bullying got worse by at time in 2010 and they weren’t do anything about it bad I would begs my parents to let me stay home and they were kept doing and I put my fakes smile and hold it inside and I would wait until I’m go home I would crying etc back in 2009, I’m refuse to go to and I’m tried to commit sucide when I was 13 year old because I wasn’t thinking clear and I have police officer 2and 2 paramedics said to me if I didn’t listen them I’m put into handcuff and pick me up on the stretcher and I like thinking in my own head I really don’t have choice so I realize at that time I was screaming for help and mental illness . My parents switched me to different school and I’m was so much happier than I was before and was in 2012 between at Time I was still depressed because I was going throughPTSD from past what I been through from cutting from the faces I’m remember that It wasn’t there .i was bullied about 7 years and right now, im health and I’m happy and I don’t care what people think. I don’t overreact like bad stuff but I do speak up for bullying for myself and for my friends and family.
I’m promise to you when you get older your life get easy and this not your fault and I’m there tell you that you are beautiful and loved there many people that cared about you. The problems that the society is ugly not you. I wish I could saved your life this moment and said you will be ok. Now, I'm 18 year old-:)

my adivce is you!

if somebody talk bad about you and just don't overreacted and don't talk about them and don't post thing about drAma sataus on Facebook or on insatagam. 

Just tell em thank you and have nice day and put smile and laughing that what I do.

if the bully message you on FB or Instagram or text message

dont reply to them and blocked them and ingnore.

if you are at school and if somebody make up rumor about you just don't make up big deal and avoid fake friends and cut off  of life.

My Name is Ryan Cooke and I'm going to tell a story about how things were in my memories and childhood and how different those things were at that time.

Once Upon A Time there was a school a school with a lot of children I was different than other boys because I had different interests than other boys did I was a very special boy but they were problems at times they were boys that made fun of me because I always liked Celine Dion, Aaliyah, Whitney Houston, Regina Belle, Vanessa Williams, Trisha Yearwood, Paula Abdul, Faith Hill, Queen Latifah, Jennifer Lopez, Destiny's Child, the song Part Of Your World from The Little Mermaid, the song A Whole New World from Aladdin, songs by Monica and Shania Twain and Sheryl Crow, The songs that Belle sings in Beauty And The Beast And Beauty And The Beast: The Enchanted Christmas and Princess Aurora's songs I Wonder and Once Upon A Dream and the reprise of Part Of Your World and the songs that Snow White sings in the Disney movie and I always liked Christina Aguilera and Britney Spears and Sheena Easton, there were boys that made fun of me because I like that kind of music and I said "Please Stop, Please Stop" and sometimes they kept going on and on and I said "Stop it or I'll Snap" and they kept making fun of me and all the sudden I said "Stop it" at the top of my lungs and it was so loud and then the next day that one bully was making fun of me who was hanging out with the other bullies he kept making fun of me so I had enough and I knocked him down and made him cry and he cried all the way home and the other bullies punched me in the face and punched in the stomach and I turned around I punched them in the face and those boys deserved it because when they hit me that day I hit them back for self-defense and I was mean in those days when those boys were still standing I held my fists up yelling out "DO YOU WANT SOME MORE" and when closed fists were up those boys ran away like a bunch of cowards and they were crying like babies.

When Days Past On I met a girl named Danielle Thomas A.K.A. Dani and Dani was a nice girl when I first met her and things were different and Dani was on the trampoline like a good girl jumping on the trampoline and I was waiting to have a turn really nicely really nicely and then all of the sudden turns were coming and I was gonna have a turn on the trampoline and my teacher Miss Burgin was watching and on that day I walked close to the trampoline  and told Dani that it's my turn to go on the trampoline now and at the time I didn't know better and I couldn't control my own strength and when Dani was on the trampoline I pushed her off the trampoline and she started crying and she cried for a while and Miss Burgin got mad and sat me down into a chair and slammed my head into a desk and she held me down and I couldn't get up for a while and she started counting to ten "One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten" she counted and then she said "You don't push your friends" while she was holding me down and then I got up and I pushed her and her hair flapped and then she slammed my head into the desk again and started counting ten and then said "You Don't Push Your Teachers" and there was also times where I hit Miss Burgin and kicked her and she said "You don't do that to your teachers" and it was same thing at times when I bit her and the days did get better at those times when they stopped and a day later Dani was on the listening center like a good girl and then a few minutes at the time I was ready to have a turn and I saw Dani was there and I walked up to the listening center and I pushed her into a metal bookcase and it also knocked her to the floor and she started crying and Miss Burgin got mad and she slammed my head into a desk again and started counting to ten again and when Miss Burgin was done with that routine of the desk I pushed her again and her blonde curly hair flapped again and she slammed my head into that same desk again and then on these days about those situations about the trampoline and the listening center I told Dani that I was sorry twice and that children should know that they should not push other children and they should not push adults, hit adults, kicking adults and bite adults and children should not do those things and then days past at the time when I took off a doll's head Dani was mad at me and she just stared at me and she stared at me like why did I do that and I didn't know better at time and that was her Barbie doll and I got myself in time-out and Miss Burgin was gonna have me held at the desk and I screamed and all of the sudden I spat at her and when I was spitting at her and hitting her, her and Mrs. DeLisle handled the situation and they slammed my head into the desk and I just had my head put down for a while and then the situation and things got better.

1 Year Later I met a nice boy named Tyler he had blonde hair and blue eyes and he always wore glasses and I became his friend because he didn't have any friends because he was getting teased and bullied and bullies were calling him "Four Eyes" every day and I told the bullies to stop every day and the bullies said "MAKE US" and I told them to leave Tyler alone and the one bully called me a brown hair blue eyed idiot and I didn't like that and what I did that bully I slapped him so hard in his face and the bully said "DON'T EVER HIT ME" and the bully grabbed my hair, twisted it and pulled it and I was saying "OWWWWWWWWWW LET GO OWWWWWWWWWWW LET GO" and the bully said "NO" and the bully kept pulling my hair and I slapped the bully in the face to make him let go of my hair and every slap, slap, slap and he said "STOP HITTING ME, STOP HITTING ME" and that bully kept pulling my hair and I punched the bully in the face to get him off and I hit him this time with a closed fist three times and he was still pulling my hair and I punched him in the face again and it knocked him to the ground and he was laying on the ground crying and I came up to that crying and yelled out "DO YOU WANNA FIGHT? DO YOU WANNA FIGHT WITH ME PUNK? NOW THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT" and that was because I was defending myself and my friend Tyler and the bully was crying and just ran home crying to his mommy with black & blue marks on his face and the black and blue marks were from me and Tyler said "Thanks for standing up to me and sticking up for me" and I said "No Problem" "I'm Tyler" he said "Hi Tyler I'm Ryan nice to meet you" and he said "Nice to meet you too Ryan" and me and Tyler became good friends.

The Next Day the bully was at it again but he could not pick on Tyler because I'm Tyler's friend and the bully was gonna pull my hair again and I stopped the bully and grabbed his arm and the bully said "LET GO OF MY ARM" and I said "OK" and went "GRRRRR" while I threw him into the ground and he was laying on the ground and I kicked him while he was laying on the ground "OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW" the bully screamed while I was kicking him and then I kicked the bully again and kicking of the bully continued and the bully was screaming in pain and when the kicking stopped he just laying on the ground and then when the bully went home the bully was bruised up like the bully was before and the bully had black and blue marks on his legs and his arms and his stomach and his chest and it was me defending myself and my friend Tyler and me and Tyler were hanging out and the bully went home to his mother.

The Next Day I was waiting for the bully to come the door to find me and my friend and I was standing on the door and the bully had a shock and the bully was gasping and the bully gasped and I told the bully "You Will Stop Picking On My Friend Tyler" and the bully said "No" and I said "If you don't stop I'm going to make you stop" "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" said the bully in fear in a whiny voice and I put hand to his mouth and slammed him into a wall and said "YOU ARE A PUNK A  BULLY FOR PICKING ON MY FRIEND" and I slammed him into another wall with my hand covering his mouth and said "IF I CAN'T STOP YOU SOMEBODY WILL" and I threw him to the floor and attacked him by putting my arm around his neck when he was sitting on the floor and when the bully got shoved into walls and to the floor and my arm around the bully's neck choking the bully was me defending my friend and I choked the bully with my bare hands and then I pinned him down and shaking him and banging him up and down and the bully's friend witnessed the attack and tried to stop me and the bully's friend grabbed my hair and pulled it and said "NO, STOP IT, NO, STOP, STOP THAT, KNOCK IT OFF, STOP NO" and put hand into my eyes and tried to pull me off while the bully laying on the floor tried to get me off and the bully's friend to pull me off and I turned around to him and I put hand up and pushed him out of the way and pushed him off of my face and pushed him to the floor and he was knocked to the floor and he was laying down on the floor crying after I went "GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR" while I pushed him down and the bully that was trying to get me off him that was getting attacked scratched my arm and my hand and scratched my other arm and hand and the bully and his friend both up from the floor and the bully was hugging his friend while he was crying and they escaped and had an escape plan and escaped from the building and the bully told his mother about what happened and things got better afterwards.

When Days Past I met a boy named Ian Chernoff he was a bully to me when I first met him and in the boys' bathroom he pushed me into a wall and I was crying for a while and I was mad at him and Mrs. Delfine put him in time-out and I thought that someday I was gonna get him back soon and on that years ago he did a very bad terrible purpose and then when the years have all past I got him back when we were in high school and at times he called me "Stupid" and he called me "Fat" and so I called him "Ian Noisy Loud Chernoff" which wasn't very nice and my general ed friends called him "Baby Ian Chernoff" and they punched him in the face every day and the abuse was a persistent routine and poor Ian used to cry every day in High School and then when my senior came I stopped bullying and when High School was over I graduated and I had my Diploma and bullying never happened before graduation and after graduation and those days bullying was finally over and the past is in the past.

Now I go to post-secondary a program for adults with autism and me and Dani are working together we are getting along now and things are getting a lot better and sometimes she gives flashbacks of the past and at times she brought up the time I drew on her Yu-Gi-Oh picture in grade school when I drew the bird on Yugi's head and that time when she stared at me and I told her that it's in the past and it's over with and at times she gave flashbacks about the trampoline, the listening center and the bookcase but I tell her that it was a long time ago and it has nothing to do with now and things got better and I'm having a better life now and things are getting better and every since the past is over it's been forgotten and me and Dani are starting do things together now and things are better now and things finally got better and always let children know that bullying is wrong and bullying is not cool and it's not the answer and bullying causes too much problems and always stand up to people and treat others the way they want to be treated and treat others with respect and they should respect themselves and others and respect is always good and things will become better.

THE END

 

Okay, do you know that girl, that everyone loves in class and wants to be friends with her? She bullied me. My entire life. She has been the one to bully me. What about that boy that everyone loves as well. He bullied me with her. They teamed up. Making my life miserable. No body did anything. Everyone in my class, avoided me. I was sat at the back, next to the window for 8 years. No one spoke to me until the 4th grade. Yeah, that long. 

It was a girl, at first she was my friend, she was new. Until everyone told her that I was a freak and stuff, she stopped talking to me and started avoiding me. She then started picking on me. 

Once, it was lunch break. I was walking to my usual spot. It was my 9th birthday, I begged my parents to let me stay home. They ignored me. I got a little visit. My bullies and there groups walked over to me. I was scared, scared for my life. I started to run until one tackled me. They kicked me over and over again. I passed out because one hit my head. I woke up in the nurses office, beside my sister. At least she didn't shut me out. I was the one who never talked. I was sent home early with a busted lip, a black eye, bruised arms and a twist ankle. Worst birthday ever. Seriously, worst. 

When I got home my mom punished me. She took away everything, I mean everything. My iPad, sketch book, laptop, iPod everything! It was hell without music! I was crashing down without it. I don't even know why she punished me. What did I do? Be a mistake of a daughter? Be a mistake on everything? Be a disgrace? What just tell me! Since then I've hated my entire family, except my sister and cousins. They cared a little. They stood up for me, when they saw me crying because my mom was punishing me and hitting me. 

I cried my entire life. I'm surprised I still have tears. I just wanted to know: why? Was it because I'm different? Bipolar? Schizophrenic? Bookworm? Music Addict? Not like my family? Mute? I just want the answer. 

Yes, I am schizophrenic, it's been like that my entire life. But there's a slight chance that I don't have it. But I'm always having trouble focusing, acting younger than my age and stuff. So yeah. I'm Bipolar been that since I was 6. Since I started thinking about suicide. 

My life is hell. I've been through hell and back. 

A_Lone_Warrior's Story 2

 

Imagine this. A small 6 year old, being bullied at kindergarden. You'd think "oh she's fine," Well, I wasn't. Yes, that 6 year old girl was me. Now here I am 8 years later. Still bullied. What would you think now? "Oh sorry." Well, apology not accepted. I've been bullied for 8 years, my parents did nothing, my siblings did nothing, I did nothing. My life was hell, still is. I was a mute, a freak, a fatso, a geek, bookworm, emo you name it. The whole school bullies me. 

Now guess what my mother said when I told her "Momma am I fat?" she nodded. She fucking nodded. What kind of a mother does that?! Especially to her 8 year old kid!? Yes, I was 8 when I asked. I asked my dad the same thing, he just stared at me. I asked my sister and brother. My brother nodded my sister was, zoning out. 

Okay, so we have a new family member. My brother. Now when he gets bullied, my entire family calls the school. So, they helped him, but me? NO. I was the messed up kid for years. They never cared. I was the unloved child. The one they despised. My parents barely talk to me. My siblings, ha there traveling around the world. 

My only friend was a blade. Yes B-L-A-D-E. I cut since I was 11. Because of the hate. Because of the loneliness. No one loved so why live? Just when I was about to take a bottle of pills, my laptop started to play music. By it's self. It was weird and spooky. It was a song by Demi Lovato, Skyscraper. It saved me and I'm grateful for Demi. She's the only one who cares. The only one who makes me feel loved. 

My life. 

A_Lone_Warrior's Story 1