When I was younger I got switched from school to school until I was in middle school I got bullied even through middle school and high school  so  much so that I had to go to an alternative school 

Hi! I am Rilie. I am a 12 year old student In middle school. I have been bullied since about 1st grade. All because I have Tourette's syndrome. Yes it bothers me. And people say that It bothers them. Tourette's is when your brain sends a message to your body saying to do a sudden, quick movement. Like a twitch basically. These are called tics. Not like the bug, but tics. I Have tics where my nose twitches. I have tics where my arm twitches. I also have one where I stick my tongue out and put it back in. People call me a frog for that one. I just get called names like 'twitchy' and 'tic' yes. That happens. All the time. If we all work together, we can put a stop to bullying. We all can. ✨❤️

My kids are both small for their age.  My daughter is now in fifth grade, but when she was in first and her brother in third she was bullied.  The bullies were three fifth grade boys who were teasing my daughter for wearing dresses.  My son, who was smaller than most of the boys in his sister's first grade class, marched up the them and informed them they were going to leave her alone.  They told him he wasn't big enough to do anything about it.  He did not hit them or yell at them.  He just stated "that is my sister and if you do not leave her alone you will answer to me."  Something about the way he stood made them back down.  A teacher's aide who knew my dad as a child said she had a flash back to their school days.  My son entered the sixth grade last year, still smaller than most kids his sister's age, and was being bullied by some older kids for his size.  One of those three boys heard them and informed them that he may be small, but he isn't to be messed with.  He is still picked on once and awhile and he just gets that stance, what ever it is, and they back down, no words or fists needed.  He then tells the nearest adult and goes on his way.

In Grade 6, I was always a happy, bubbly, crazy person.. like.. EVERYDAY! and when I wasn't like that, people knew something was wrong. Well, one day that happened, it also happened the next day, then the next. People said "eh, she'll be fine, shes strong!" these feelings progressed into grade 7 where I was put in the same class as two bullies that had  bullied me since grade 1. My stepdad was being a real idiot and my school work was piling up and I was taking everyones problems on as my own and became really hard on myself. I started having suicidal thoughts and I began to cut.. I was dying inside but everyone just thought I was still being that old 'Happy Hannah'. Then one day, one of those bullies caught the scars on my arms... "what's that?" then he went around the entire school saying that I was emo and that I cut and that im all 'depresso' and people started making fun of me, my hair, my actions, my friends, everything! and that sill all happens to this very day, grade 8...

Hi, my name is Tatiana Amaya, I am 13 years old and I was a victim of bullying. I was bullied in 1st, a little in 3rd, and in 5th grade. I was always the outcast. The one to ask for more work and more practice with skills. People use to tease me, talk about what I use to wear, my mom, they destroyed my things like my classes and ,my jacket, ect.  In 5th grade it happened the most and I try to forget about that grade. They made me feel worthless, ugly, depressed, sad, and empty. I felt alone and that it was all my fault that I was born and that I made them bully me. Many times I tried to committe suicide because I thought it was the only thing left and that I was not important, that they will get over it when I am gone. Everyone hated me and they though I was annoying. I tried so hard to not listen to them, but they really got to me. Now I am helping others deal with bullying, I am speaking up against it, and I am putting an end to it. No one should go through that and feel like nothing because we are something. We will get through it and we are strong. Bullying needs to be put to a stop. I understand what u are going through and I am here for u. If u ever need anything you can talk to me on twitter at @1mariskafan. I am always here for u and I support you 110%. We  will get through it together!!! Be brave!!! TOGETHER WE CAN COME TOGETHER AND END BULLYING ONCE AND FOR ALL!!!!!!!! STAND U TODAY!!

the title says it all. at school I am lonely. the friends I do have  always want alone time. so at lunch I never go and play. when I do it is for a short amount of time. I wish I could make some new friends but the ones I start and make a friendship with they make friends with a bully in the school. the bullies here are not as bad as the ones in a public school. they pick on you, steal your stuff, and call you a looser. the bully movie and the victims explain how I feel and what they do to me. it shows what they do and how they do it. if you haven't seen the bully movie then I suggest you do.

The title for my story says it all. I feel defeated. My daughter is being bullied by a groud of kids, who don't accept the way she dresses or her character. Sophia, my daughter, loves to be unique and she is beautiful. Last November, Sophia tried to commit suicide by cutting her wrist. Luckily, I was able to intervene and take her the hospital. She is still with us, but everyday my mind is worried that she will attempt again and she won't be with me. I have begged the school, the school administration to help me. They ignore me. I have begged them to put her in a different school and they denied my request. Since the bullying started at the beginning of the school year, Sophia skips school and has landed herself in the courts for truancy. But yet, they still won't help. She was in Boystown for a month due to the skipping school and suicide thoughts. I feel defeated; I don't know what to do. I have went to the news but they never have contacted me to tell my story. I keep praying and hoping that I come home from work everyday and I see my daughter still here with us. I should not have to feel this way. I should be able to go about my day and know she is safe at school. I am defeated.

The title for my story says it all. I feel defeated. My daughter is being bullied by a groud of kids, who don't accept the way she dresses or her character. Sophia, my daughter, loves to be unique and she is beautiful. Last November, Sophia tried to commit suicide by cutting her wrist. Luckily, I was able to intervene and take her the hospital. She is still with us, but everyday my mind is worried that she will attempt again and she won't be with me. I have begged the school, the school administration to help me. They ignore me. I have begged them to put her in a different school and they denied my request. Since the bullying started at the beginning of the school year, Sophia skips school and has landed herself in the courts for truancy. But yet, they still won't help. She was in Boystown for a month due to the skipping school and suicide thoughts. I feel defeated; I don't know what to do. I have went to the news but they never have contacted me to tell my story. I keep praying and hoping that I come home from work everyday and I see my daughter still here with us. I should not have to feel this way. I should be able to go about my day and know she is safe at school. I am defeated.

On my first day of Kindergarten, I remember sitting alone while the rest of the students were making friends. Looking back, I realize I was always agoraphobic. It never affected me until Kindergarten, because my brain was more developed than in pre-school. In third grade, that’s when I see things spiraling downward. My dogs got out and were killed on the freeway. I developed a special bond with my teacher when she saw something was different about me. She met with my parents, and gave me a stress ball because I wasn’t concentrating. She threatened legal action upon the rest of the class and told everyone they better not hurt me. I started smoking weed right around this time, and everyone started making fun of me. That teacher passed away to Leukemia the following year, so there went my last hope.

In fourth grade, I would walk into the bathroom and get beat up on a daily basis. Kids were gambling in there, and the teachers either never knew, or just didn’t care. I was choked, broken nose, peed on if I fought back, and I was willing to try any escape I could get my hands on. I called a bully a name, and he pushed me and my face hit the ground and blood went everywhere. My nose now is huge from so many breaks, and I was told I had a dog nose. One of my friends was harassing two brothers a grade higher than us, and I wanted to fit in so I started harassing them too. In middle school I didn’t dress down for PE, and fell into a pecking order. I was bullied, so I became a bully. God I feel like crap for it. I really do. It haunts me to this day, and that is my fault. I was often hit with shoes and chased around the locker room while the PE teacher sat on his drunk butt sleeping until the bell rang to exercise. Then I’d get punished for not dressing down. I soon realized this was my best option. If I didn’t dress down, I was separated from the class. I really don’t know why I rarely showered, but that was another thing I was teased for. After a while I vowed to never please these people. 9th grade was okay, at first. I was in a continuation school, and was actually treated like an adult. But, my parents lost the house to addiction, and we had to move out of state. I get up there and got along with nearly no one because most of them were racist. Someone was supposed to score for me, but never came back with the stuff, or the money. I tried fighting him, but the teacher showed up and told us don’t fight. That didn’t do any good for my reputation. That pissed off just about everyone. Someone got busted for pot on the bus and blamed me, so there it goes again. I turned into a punk rocker after making friends with one of the only people who seemed to care. Then the principal had it out for me. He told me to leave school at lunch and volunteer at the animal shelter, and he said he would pass me. I get finished with tenth grade, and I was so happy to be a Junior. About a week into that year, the principal pulls me out of class and says I never passed tenth. This is when I gave up on everything. I drew obscene images of him and other people with markers in the bathroom, and they couldn’t prove it was me. So I kept at it until I got arrested and placed on probation. I wanted to leave that town for good. I took a pack of party poppers apart to make one big one, and took it on the bus. I had no clue what the next year of my life would be like. I threw the thing and it hit someone who claims it was a bomb. The cops show up, and the stupid paper gets sent to the crime lab, who said this is not a bomb you guys, quit wasting our time. My probation officer weasels her way through some things, and then tells me she’s backing out because it was a conflict of interest. I get sentenced 1 year in juvenile prison. By this time, everything was set in stone, so I was screwed. The court appointed me an attorney who degraded me, so I ask family to hire a good attorney. I get set up with a great PO. I take the GED test, and pass with flying colors, end up becoming laundry manager, and get out of jail for good behavior and go to a youth authority home. I make several hundred bucks, and my PO tells me he’s releasing me without parole. I move back near where I grew up. Started drinking at 21, got really bad with it for a while. I would chug whiskey. Not sip. Chug it like water in a desert. Two bottles of wine was a light drink for me. Sometimes I would go through a case by myself, and if friends were around, I would purposely blackout to have rumors to laugh at the next day. I realized I had a problem when I would wake up with a drink and not remember where the puke came from. The memories of me and my dad arguing over his drinking started getting to me, so I quit cold turkey. I have lost a lot of friends since I quit drinking, but I have a small number of people that care in my life.

I’m now in transition to becoming a Vegan, and do freelance writing. I’ve written two articles on a syndrome I have called Aspergers. In short, I’m high functioning Autistic. My life has never been better. If it wasn’t for all the years of pain, I would not be where I am today. I am truly thankful for all of the turns life has thrown my way. Wow, I made it through this story without crying!

"I Am Darz Mendoza, From Iligan City, Philippines, I'm 13 Years of Age And I Studied In Iligan City East High School-Sta. Felomina in The Curriculum of Special Program In The Arts. I, As A Person Lives In This World With The Greatest Dreams and Hope, And The Opportunity to Take a Harmonious and Progressive Life. During My Childhood Time, I Am A Victim of Bullying, I Considered Bullying As a Tragedy and Devastation of My Life, As A Person, I Realized That Bullying Is Not A Hindrance to Achieve Good Life, Because of Bullying, Sensitivity Exist on My Attributes, I'm Very Sensitive Enough on Things in Life, Sometimes I Feel Like I Don't Like to Interact With Others Because I'm Afraid to Experience Again The Tragedy That Changed My Life. For Now, I'm A Person That Exist Dedicated Leadership, Because I Know That Living Your Life Alone is Not A Way to A Progressive Life, Living Your Life to The Fullest is The Right Way of Having A Good Life, With Good Influences.Then As A Leader, I Have Willingness and Determination to Help People, And My Advocacy is to Prevent The Bullying In The Society, By Exerting Unity, Full Force, Unconditional Effort and Dedicated Leadership, So That We Can Experience The Betterment and Peacefulness of Our Society, I Am Darz Mendoza, A Leader and I Am Pro Anti Bullying, And I'm Always at Your Service :)